Quotes About Evil

Not all monsters were three-ton reptiles with poisonous breath. Many wore human faces.

But she wondered why beautiful things had to be wrapped up with evil history. Or was it the other way around? Maybe the evil history made it necessary to build beautiful things, to mask the darker aspects.

The most dangerous flaws are those which are good in moderation, she said. Evil is easy to fight. Lack of wisdom… that is very hard indeed.

I whistled. You have evil thoughts for a goat.

Another yap shook the room. Broken branches tumbled to the floor. "Wh-what's up there?" I asked, my knees shaking. I thought about the Norns' prophecy, naming me a harbinger of evil. "Is it—the Wolf?" "Oh, much worse," Blitzen said. "It's the Squirrel.

How did you decide when someone was irretrievably lost—when they were so evil or toxic or just plain set in their ways that you had to face the fact they were never going to change? How long could you keep trying to save them, and when did you give up and grieve for them as though they were dead?

Love and war always go together. They are the peaks of human emotion! Evil and good, beauty and ugliness

Evil is easy to fight. Lack of wisdom...that is very hard indeed.

Genius does not excuse evil.

Disturber shuffled his scroll. 'You have used magi for evil purposes, including twenty-three murders--' 'Self-defense!' Setne tried to spread his hands, but the ribbons restrained him. '--including one incident where you were paid to kill with magic,' Disturber said. Setne shrugged. 'That was self-defense for my employer.

He looked like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.

Why are we being chased by evil espresso drinks?!

Oh, why had the Labyrinth brought me here? As soon as I thought this, I chided myself: Of course it would bring me where I least wanted to be. Austin had been wrong about the maze. It was still evil, designed to kill. It was just a little subtler about its homicides now.

Like Santa's elves," Percy said. "Except evil. And metal. And really loud.

Don't throw that good and evil stuff at me. That's not even a Norse concept. Are you 'good' because you kill your enemies, but your enemies are 'bad' because they kill you? What sort of logic is that?

What's for dinner, Dad? Pelops asked. Tantalus had never liked his son. I don't know why. Maybe Tantalus knew the kid would take over his kingdom someday. Greek kings were always paranoid about stuff like that. Anyway, Tantalus gave his son an evil smile and pulled out a butcher's knife. Funny you should ask.

Oh, dear Hazel." Aphrodite folded her fan. "Such optimism, yet you have heartrending days ahead of you. Of course war is coming. Love and war always go together. They are the peaks of human emotion! Evil and good, beauty and ugliness.

Seeing them assembled in Tartarus, Percy felt as hopeless as the spirits in the River Cocytus. So what if he was a hero? So what if he did something brave? Evil was always here, regenerating, bubbling under the surface. Percy was no more than a minor annoyance to these immortal beings. They just had to outwait him. Someday, Percy's sons or daughters might have to face them all over again.

The suitors: a hundred of the greediest, evilest cut-throats who'd ever lived.

It was war itself that was evil, not men.

Nothing is more terrifying to evil than joy.

The whole reason for telling the fairy tales is to awaken the heart. To help people believe that misfortune can be overcome and evil conquered.

In the face of such evil, what else is there to do but wipe it off the face of the earth?

The road to death is a long march beset with all evils, and the heart fails little by little at each new terror, the bones rebel at each step, the mind sets up its own bitter resistance and to what end? The barriers sink one by one, and no covering of the eyes shuts out the landscape of disaster, nor the sight of crimes committed there.