Quotes About Morality

The banality of evil. It wasn't the frothing madman. It was the conscientious us.

There was nothing right or good in dying for your country. A necessity, sometimes, yes. But always a tragedy. Not an aspiration.

He was reminded again what Abbie Hoffman had said: We must eat what we kill. That would put an end to war.

it didn't feel wrong. It felt wretched. Horrific. A nightmare. But sometimes "right" felt like that.

That any decent person would've refused to participate in the Holocaust.

The Chief believed if you sift through evil, at the very bottom you'll find good. He believed that evil has its limits. Beauvoir didn't. He believed that if you sift through good, you'll find evil. Without borders, without brakes, without limit.

Conscience. Imagine being pursued by your own conscience….A mountain of conscience. Throwing a lengthening shadow. Growing. Darkening.

He expected people to play fair. Rules meant order. Without them they'd be killing each other. It began with butting in, with parking in disabled spaces, with smoking in elevators. And it ended in murder.

He hated firearms. Their only purpose was to kill people.

He knew she was right. But he could also feel his own conscience stirring. Accusing him of following the law, in lockstep. And marching right past common sense. Katie Evans was dead.

If this was the right thing to do, why did it feel so wrong? But no, it didn't feel wrong. It felt wretched. Horrific. A nightmare. But sometimes 'right' felt like that.

An Asshole Saint," said Stephen. "Not the first. I think most were, weren't they? In fact, she wouldn't even be the first around here.

Evil is unspectacular and always human,

Almost invariably people expected that if you were a good person you shouldn't meet a bad end, that only the deserving are killed. And certainly only the deserving are murdered.

Were you praying?' Lemieux was embarrassed to ask. Prayer, in his generation, was worse than rape, worse than sodomy, worse than failure. He felt he'd just deeply insulted the chief.

And good men are very threatening to not good men.

And thought about tyranny, and murder. And whether it was ever right to kill one for the sake of the many.

One thing Gamache knew for sure. Little Frederick Lawson had not picked up his stick, pointed it, and slaughtered a village filled with old men, and women and children. So how did one become the other? How did a nine-year-old boy acting out heroics become a twenty-year-old man committing an atrocity?

One was grey, the other black. The gray one wanted his grandfather to be corageous, and patient, and kind. The other, the black one, wanted his grandfather to be fearful and cruel. this upset the boy and he thought aboutit for a few days the returned to his grandfather. He asked, "Grandfather, which of the wolves will win?" ... "The one I feed

Besides, while Gamache wanted very much to solve the crime, he didn't want to lose his soul in the process. He suspected there were enough lost souls already.

my beliefs comfort, they don't kill.

Anyone could be clever. Anyone could be smart. Anyone could be taught. But not everyone was kind.

Came a time when people of conscience had to take a stand.

Situational ethics?