Quotes About Consequences

You thought that if you didn't tell the stories, the sky would fall on your head.

Posterity is not kind to mathematicians who make errors.

The saint shows (Hom. 86, p. 810) the malice and danger of small faults wilfully committed, which many are apt to make slight of; but from such the most dreadful falls take their rise.

The realization that life is absurd and cannot be an end, but only a beginning. This is a truth nearly all great minds have taken as their starting point. It is not this discovery that is interesting, but the consequences and rules of action drawn from it.

Life is the sum of all your choices.

How many crimes are committed simply because their authors could not endure being wrong.

It is appallingly obvious that our technology exceeds our humanity.

Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death.

Technological progress is like an ax in the hands of a pathological criminal.

Words have consequences.

It was really his fault—and he realized it now—that the man had made such a racket. Would the Master punish him? Perhaps. Humans have such odd ideas of Justice. He—

Man has the lost the capacity to foresee and to forestall. He will end up destroying the earth.

Man can hardly even recognize the devils of his own creation.

O ser humano mal reconhece os demônios de sua criação

being in a position to know and nevertheless shunning knowledge creates direct responsibility for the consequences...

I do not think that in those early days of September, Hitler was fully aware that he had irrevocably unleashed a world war. He had merely meant to move one step further. To be sure, he was ready to accept the risk associated with that step, just as he had been a year before during the Czech crisis; but he had prepared himself only for the risk, not really for the great war.

Afterward Hitler sat alone with me in the bay window of the dining room, while the twilight fell. For a long time he looked out of the window in silence. Then he said pensively: "There are two possibilities for me: To win through with all my plans, or to fail. If I win, I shall be one of the greatest men in history. If I fail, I shall be condemned, despised, and damned.

For the commission to do a great building, I would have sold my soul like Faust. Now I had found my Mephistopheles. He seemed no less engaging than Goethe's.

In this place that we live--my West, my father's North, and my mother's new hemisphere--rabbits in a burning field of grass can catch on fire. They run to a clear place where there is no fire, but, in doing so, light it up because their fur is burning. That way, in trying to save themselves, they spread the fire more. . . . And it speeds to everyone.

La culpa te cierra puertas.

Le esperienze che contano sono spesso quelle che non avremmo mai voluto fare, non quelle che decidiamo noi di fare. ALBERTO MORAVIA (1907-1990)

Ved cómo el odio y las luchas entre familias a nada conducen, más que al miedo, la locura y la muerte y cierto es que en muchos años que combatí junto a los míos contra nuestros eternos enemigos […], jamás vi nada bueno que lo justificase, porqué las rapiñas de unos con las rapiñas de otros se pagan, y los muertos de cada bando no tienen precio, sino que como una cadena van arrastrando nuevos muertos.

One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds. Much of the damage inflicted on land is quite invisible to laymen. And ecologist must either harden his shell and make believe that the consequences of science are none of his business, or he must be the doctor who sees the marks of death in a community that believes itself well and does not want to be told otherwise.

We forest officers, who acquiesced in the extinguishment of the bear, knew a local rancher who had plowed up a dagger engraved with the name of one of Coronado´s captains. We spoke harshly of the Spaniards, who, in their zeal for gold and converts, had needlessly extinguished the native Indians. It did not occur to us that we, too, were the captains of an invasion too sure of its righteousness.