Quotes About Evil

They will say that the Universe has no purpose and no plan, that since a hundred suns explode every year in our Galaxy, at this very moment some race is dying in the depths of space. Whether that race has done good or evil during its lifetime will make no difference in the end: there is no divine justice, for there is no God.

Yaln?zca zaman?n derman olabileceÄŸi baz? ÅŸeyler vard? hayatta. Kötüler yok edilebilirdi, ancak akl? kar??m?? iyi birine hiçbir ÅŸey yap?lamazd?.

Yaln?zca zaman?n derman olaca?? ÅŸeyler vard? hayatta. Kötüler yok edilebilirdi, ancak akl? kar??m?? iyi birine kar?? hiçbir ÅŸey yap?lamazd?.

Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.

The devil's agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?

It's a wicked world, and when a clever man turns his brain to crime it is the worst of all.

He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city, He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them. He does little himself. He only plans.

I have heard, Mr. Holmes, that you can see deeply into the manifold wickedness of the human heart.

The setting is a worthy one, if the devil did desire to have a hand in the affairs of men.

He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order.

It was a tremendously virile and yet sinister face which was turned towards us. With the brow of a philosopher above and the jaw of a sensualist below, the man must have started with great capacities for good or for evil. But one could not look upon his cruel blue eyes, with their drooping, cynical lids, or upon the fierce, aggressive nose and the threatening, deep-lined brow, without reading Nature's plainest danger-signals.

The abominable goth! he cried.

I will fear no evil for I am the baddest beast in the land. I am the power they can't tear down. And my will is law. They will do as I say. The dead don't command me. I command them. Power, true power, comes from within. Not without.

Words hold a terrible power, your Grace. A word can break a heart, or give it a reason to live. A word can grant freedom or life, or begin a war – or end one. I believe words should be used with caution. It is written that the tongue is a dangerous weapon, a restless evil that no man can tame, a flame that sets on fire the world itself. I believe that, Your Grace. I believe in taking great care with words.

No Human eye can isolate the unhappy coincidence of line and place which suggests evil in the face of a house, and yet somehow a maniac juxtaposition, a badly turned angle, some chance meeting of roof and sky, turned Hill House into a place of despair, more frightening because the face of Hill House seemed awake, with a watchfulness from the blank windows and a touch of glee in the eyebrow of a cornice.

Almost any house, caught unexpectedly or at an odd angle, can turn a deeply humorous look on a watching person; even a mischievous little chimney, or a dormer like a dimple, can catch up a beholder with a sense of fellowship; but a house arrogant and hating, never off guard, can only be evil.

but a house arrogant and hating, never off guard, can only be evil.

We are all measured, good or evil, by the wrong we do to others;

In this village the men stayed young and did the gossiping and the women aged with grey evil weariness and stood silently waiting for the men to get up and come home.

o Human eye can isolate the unhappy coincidence of line and place which suggests evil in the face of a house, and yet somehow a maniac juxtaposition, a badly turned angle, some chance meeting of roof and sky, turned Hill House into a place of despair, more frightening because the face of Hill House seemed awake, with a watchfulness from the blank windows and a touch of glee in the eyebrow of a cornice.

the evil is the house itself, I think. It has enchained and destroyed its people and their lives, it is a place of contained ill will.

Someday, she said evilly, rubbing her hands against her eyes, I am going to get my eyes open all the time and then I will eat you and Lizzie both.

What it was like before then, whether its personality was molded by the people who lived here, or the things they did, or whether it was evil from its start are all questions I cannot answer.

But after all, I'm not God's lawyer. I'm not doing any backbiting, God forbid, and I can't stand the evil tongue.