Quotes About Evil

Phantoms. Ghasts of this kind or that. Emissaries of the Evil One. Do you believe that? Of course. It would be an intellectual failure to do anything else.

No, pero dejé de creer que existían un poder benéfico y un poder malévolo que estaba fuera de nosotros. Y me convencí de que el bien y el mal solo designan las acciones de las personas, no lo que estas son. Solo podemos decir que esta es una buena acción porque beneficia a alguien, y que esa otra es una mala acción porque perjudica a alguien. Las personas son demasiado complejas para ponerles simples etiquetas.

Era estranho pensar, ali no meio de todos os colegas de Coleman, que pessoas tão instruídas, tão imbuídas de uma civilidade profissional, houvessem embarcado com tanto entusiasmo no venerável sonho humano de uma situação em que um único homem se torna a própria encarnação do mal. No entanto, essa necessidade existe, é eterna e profunda.

why evil is so powerful is that it's hideously vital and robust and usually impossible to look away from.

If you want to fight evil, you have to climb down in the slime to do so.

Danger lies in the extreme. A man who is always cruel is evil, a man who is always compassionate will be taken advantage of. It is more a question of balance, or harmony, if you will.

Listen...You could spend a lifetime trying to understand the works of evil men. Their joys are not ours. They love to inflict pain, create suffering, cause harm and death. It empowers them, for beneath the skin they are empty and worthless.

My point is there will always be vile men, just as there will always be men of kindness and compassion... ...This world is a troubled, savage, place. It would, however, even be more ghastly if only evil men took time to master weapons. - Waylander from the book Hero in the Shadows by David Gemmell

We all of us carry the seed of evil in our hearts and souls," she told him. "Even the purest, even the most holy. It is part of the human condition, born into us. We cannot root it out. All we can do—at best—is prevent it from germinating.

Evil will never be countered while good men do nothing.

Evil lives in a pit.

An argument ensued about abundance, leisure, work, nature, and what a second girl kept calling 'the American way.' When I asked her what she meant by 'the American way,' she said, 'Basically the destruction of everything--the world, your happiness, your soul, everything. The complete package. Evil and war. That's who we are, Mr. Countryman.'

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Sufficient unto the moment is the appearance of reality

The lesson I had learned for my pain turned out to be modest and simple: the best intentions can lead to the worst results. I had believed in the left because of the good it had promised. Now I learned to judge it by the evil it had done.

Satan's activity mimics his nature: he deceives by hiding the hideous nature of sin under a facade of attractiveness. He

God's is real power clothed in apparent powerlessness; Evil's is apparent power which is really powerlessness.

Kids grow up hearing fairy tales, but the biggest fairy tale of all, I realized at the age of four, is that life is safe. Life isn't safe, I learned. It's crazy. Evil is real. One minute you could be riding your bike on the way to get candy, and the next, you're dead. Anything could happen anywhere at any time. So now what? How was I supposed to live without giving in to the fear?

Don't mistake evil for power. That's a bad mistake we all make. Thinking that it takes more strength to break the rules of human decency than to follow them, and therefore if we follow them, we have to be the weaker ones. Bullshit.

Una vez más, vuelvo a pensar en que la gente usa al diablo para justificar todas esas cosas que teme

Satan brought death into the world, and Christ came to vanquish it.

Like any normal fifth grader, I preferred my villains to be evil and stay that way, to act like Dracula rather than Frankenstein's monster, who ruined everything by handing that peasant girl a flower. He sort of made up for it by drowning her a few minutes later, but, still, you couldn't look at him the same way again.

It was, I thought, what evil must smell like.

A child, a fifth-grader, has been used and discarded, a monstrous sacrifice to an unmistakable evil.

all that was necessary for evil to triumph was for good men—and women—to do nothing.