Quotes About Morality

There's a point at which when I start to know a man well--this isn't true of women--I wonder whether there's something in him that's evil. Something that's pure and can't be touched. This quality of evil may be related to the quality of artistry, for an artist has the same characteristics.

Milan Kundera, author of The Unbearable Lightness of Being, wrote, "Humanity's true moral test, its fundamental test, consists of its attitude toward those who are at its mercy: animals." Fellow humans, we're failing that test.

Are you going to last if I start nibbling at your ankles and work my way up?" "No. You might make it to my knee, but only if I think about starving children and venereal warts.

The tears ran freely down his cheeks. "Is this what people feel like? Bad ? Guilty? And when they do the right thing, the virtuous thing, is it only to keep themselves from feeling like this ? Is that what good is? What it means to be good?

We raised God ourselves so we must kill each other. (heart)

It's hardly unheard of for both good and evil to be aimed at the same target.

I'm a good girl because I really believe in love, integrity, and respect.

The puritanical conscience is the coldest and cruelest of all the self-flagellating consciences to bear, for it stamps the sweet abandon out of life entirely. .... The puritanical conscience, with its little grey bonnet tied under its chin....

That would be all nice and simple, wouldn't it? Be good and go to heaven; be bad and go to hell. Black and white. Rules to live by, to keep everybody civilized. But life isn't simple, so I don't know why we expect death to be. What there is . . . is continued existence. Complex, multilayered, and unique to every individual. Just like life is.

Anzu [to Atem]: Even if you are two hearts in the same body...It's your own heart you'll face! So stay honest to your heart!

Because despite the torture he'd been put through, the pain and loss he did not believe he had done anything to deserve, he had tried to be a decent person, tried to stay within the confines of morality. And all it had gotten him was more suffering.

Moral certainty is intellectual immorality.

Berhentilah memanfaatkan situasi yang menguntungkan hanya supaya kau bisa memaksakan pendapatmu" -Detektif Kusanagi

If only I wasn't an atheist, I could get away with anything. You'd just ask for forgiveness and then you'd be forgiven. It sounds much better than having to live with guilt.

The bad things don't seem to happen to bad people.' That's because they already did. There's no original evil left in the world.

The good guys had to operate on a higher level than the killers--just for society to keep track of who was who.

Between the covers, a book can be a sin.

Good and Evil are very hard to explain or understand. I'm sure that evil exists, but it is hard to isolate. Good and evil are intertwined and impossible to separate. They are not completely opposites and in fact are often one and the same.

The men the Americans now call 'the Greatest Generation' were not all the selfless heroes they are often portrayed to be: a proportion of them were also thieves, plunderers and abusers of the worst kind.

I know that many of you do wear such a cross of Christ, not in any ostentatious way, not in a way that might harm you at your work or recreation, but a simple indication that you value the role of Jesus Christ in the history of the world, that you are trying to live by Christ's standards in your own daily life.

No Government has the moral authority to dismantle the universally understood meaning of marriage.

Life was, in fact, cheap. If life was such a glorious, magnificent, wonderful thing, then it wouldn't be so easy to take it away. If life was a great gift, then he wouldn't be able to kill a fellow human being with one hand...

You realized that you were really in one of the sleaziest businesses there is, without actually being a gangster. It was a business where the only time people laughed was when they'd screwed someone else over.

but my stomach rebelled anew at the sight of the separated chicken leg on my plate, the white knob of bone glistening through the cooked tendons. It didn't look like food. It looked like a piece of a dismembered corpse. Eating it, I knew, was a practical impossibility.