Quotes About Consequences

Had Britain not declared war on Germany in 1914, Canada, Australia, South Africa, New Zealand, and India would not have followed the Mother Country in. Nor would Britain's ally Japan. Nor would Italy, which London lured in with secret bribes of territory from the Habsburg and Ottoman empires. Nor would America have gone to war had Britain stayed out. Germany would have been victorious, perhaps in months. There would have been no Lenin, no Stalin, no Versailles, no Hitler, no Holocaust.

He felt that what he had done could never be forgiven and he was destined to go to hell, so it didn't matter if he killed more people.

For the first time in his life, he was in complete control. He knew what he did was wrong, but there weren't any consequences, no punishment, no one to answer to. How could there be? No one knew but him.

This is the essence of the thought experiment. Suppose this happens. What happens next? What would that necessitate? And then? And then? And then what implications would arise? And so on.

Procrastination is opportunity's assassin.

future selves as we focus on gaining short-term pleasure at the cost of long-term benefits.

There is the status quo, the event that kicks things off, the set of consequences for changing the status quo, the climax or resolution, and then what happens after the fact.

A big part of a thought experiment is thoroughly considering the consequences and implications of certain conditions, actions or choices.

When I was a young lad twenty or thirty or forty years ago I lived in a town where they were all after me on account of what I done on Mrs Nugent.

War makes monsters out of men.

Feelings don't try to kill you, even the painful ones. Anxiety is a feeling grown too large. A feeling grown aggressive and dangerous. You're responsible for its consequences, you're responsible for treating it. But...you're not responsible for causing it. You're not morally at fault for it. No more than you would be for a tumor.

It felt like waiting for something to happen. Which has to be the worst part of being young. So many of your decisions aren't yours; they're made by other people. Sometimes they're made badly by other people. Sometimes they're made by other people who have no idea what the consequences of those decisions might be. The bastards.

Connor:I let her go. I could have held on but I let her go. The Monster:And that is the truth. Connor:I didn't mean it, though! I didn't mean to let her go! And now it's for real! Now she's going to die and it's my fault! The Monster:And that is not the truth at all.

And I have this stupid little thought that Aaron didn't survive the croc attack after all, that he died but he's so pissed off at me that dying didn't stop him from coming here to kill me anyway.

Feelings don't try to kill you,even the painful ones. Anxiety is a feeling grown too large. A feeling grown aggressive and dangerous. You're responsible for its consequences, you're responsible for treating it

There's always a choice," Viola says by my side. "Oh, people like to say that," the Mayor says. "It makes them feel better.

We must do this. It has been prophesied.' You relieve yourself of choice. Relieve yourself of consequences. Torture me, harm me, kill me. Do all these things, but do not pretend there is a must. That is how evil is rationalised.

We are the choices we make. And have to make. We aren't anything else.

I wanted him to do it, I wanted it to happen- And it did. I controlled him. Just like the Mayor. I watch him go, still walking to the food store, like it was his own idea. My hands are shaking. Bloody hell.

Anxiety is a feeling grown too large. A feeling grown aggressive and dangerous. You're responsible for its consequences, you're responsible for treating it. But Michael, you're not responsible for causing it.

She's always saying that being a leader is making the people you love hate you a little more each day." She catches my eye. "Which is something I believe, too." "So what happened?" I ask. "Why isn't she still in charge?" "She made a mistake," Corinne says primly. "People who didn't like her took advantage of it." "What kind of mistake?" Her permanent frown gets bigger. "She saved a life.

I look at the knife again, sitting there on the moss like a thing without properties, a thing made of metal as separate from a boy as can be, a thing which casts all blame from itself to the boy who uses it.

Stories are wild creatures, the monster said. When you let them loose, who knows what havoc they might wreak?

Histórias são criaturas selvagens', continuou o monstro. 'Quando você as liberta, como saber a devastação que elas podem causar?