Quotes About Consequence

This death sentence is not surprising. It had to be.

I crack the other egg. Surely we have diminished one another.

poisoned myself with cigarette smoke

You will have to make decisions far worse. You are going to have to learn to think before you act, but never to regret your decisions, right or wrong. Otherwise, you will slowly begin to not make decisions at all.

Never think taking a life is easy. Do that and in a way they win.

Well, I remember a story once where a smith forgot to use one last nail on a horse's shoe, and the shoe came off at the worst time and the horse went lame, and the rider of the horse was tossed and killed, and failed to deliver a message which kept a king from riding into a trap and his kingdom fell when he was killed. So a kingdom was lost, all for the want of a nail.' 'So what nail did we overlook?

forth. You deny the relationship between cause

Sometimes, cause and effect are centuries apart

jede freie Entscheidung als Fehlentscheidung herausstellen kann, bei Grenzgängen oft mit tragischen Folgen.

the particular consequence of his moral vanity was that when he did people an injury, he never forgave them. Never again.

Ille crucem sceleris pretium tulit, hic diadma.

Nquitia ipsa poena su est. (Publilius

Her ÅŸeyin bir sebebi vard?r. Masan?z?n üzerindeki k?r?nt? kahvalt?da yediÄŸiniz ekmeÄŸi hat?rlatan gizemli bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir, sadece siz onu oradan kald?rmamay? seçtiÄŸiniz için oradad?r. Bunun istisnas? yoktur.

EÄŸer olanlar hiçbir zaman sizin hatan?z deÄŸilse, sorumluluk alam?yorsunuz demektir. EÄŸer hiçbir ÅŸeyin sorumluluÄŸunu üstlenemiyorsan?z, daima bir ÅŸeylerin maÄŸduru olursunuz.

It's always a good idea to ask yourself, Where is this decision likely to lead? When you do, you can avoid many hassles and mistakes that are otherwise inevitable. By asking this simple question, you can keep your energy directed in areas that will serve you and others well.

If the second dinosaur to the left of the tall cycad tree had not happened to sneeze and thereby fail to catch the tiny, shrew-like ancestor of all the mammals, we should none of us be here.

Once the vital ingredient—some kind of genetic molecule—is in place, true Darwinian natural selection can follow, and complex life emerges as the eventual consequence.

How can we know whether the course of a life would have been changed by some particular alteration in its early history?

Evans understood that if Nakamura chose, it would be indiscriminately and their number would include the sickest—and perhaps most likely the sickest, because they were of least use to Nakamura—and that all of them would die. If, on the other hand, he, Dorrigo, chose, he could pick the fittest, the ones he thought had the best chance of living. And most would die anyway. That was his choice: to refuse to help the agent of death, or to be his servant.

I was born into an ordinary, modern existence in 1945, an only child to decent parents of no irregular point of view, no particular sense of their place in history's continuum, just two people afloat on the world and expectant like most others in time, without a daunting conviction about their own consequence.

Our parents' lives, even those enfolded in obscurity, offer us our first, strong assurance that human events have consequence. Here we are, after all.

Though finally the worst thing about regret is that it makes you duck the chance of suffering new regret just as you get a glimmer that nothing's worth doing unless it has the potential to fuck up your whole life. A

No such thing as time travel, he'd rumbled patiently, once. Only live with what you've done, and try in the future to do what you're happy to live with.

A robe-straining belly offered itself. I stepped in and the Tebbit knife leapt upward, unzipping. I went eye to eye with the man I was gutting. A lined, bearded visage glared back. I could smell his breath. Our faces were centimetres apart for what seemed like minutes before the realisation of what I had done detonated behind his eyes. I jerked a nod, felt the twitch of a smile in one clamped corner of my mouth.