Quotes About Malice

There is talk in the village that there is more in these sewers than sewerage. Yes, I say, Yes. But not only these sewers. There is more in your heart than can be spoken. More in your eyes than you will tell. More in the mind of you than anyone can know. More in the night than darkness. More in the river than can be dredged. What more ? The hate, envy, malice, greed, stupidity and evil that lie under the floor of everything. If I have secrets so do you.

Cuando los hombres inocentes y virtuosos gustaban de tener a los dioses por testigos de sus actos, vivían juntos en las mismas cabañas; pero en seguida se volvieron malvados, se hastiaron de esos incómodos espectadores y los relegaron dentro de templos magníficos. Finalmente los expulsaron de ellos para establecerse ellos mismos; o, al menos, los templos de los dioses no se distinguieron ya de las casas de los ciudadanos. Fue

El encierro tiene un olor desagradable. Al hedor de los malos pensamientos macerándose, a los efluvios de las ideas malintencionadas que rondan por todas partes y al relente rancio de las viejas añoranzas.

It is very unfair in any writer to employ ignorance and malice together, because it gives his answerer double work.

Insolence is not logic epithets are the arguments of malice.

Never attribute to malice what can be explained by stupidity. Don't assign to stupidity what might be due to ignorance. And try not to assume your opponent is the ignorant one — until you can show it isn't you.

I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .

Done to death by slanderous tongue

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

When devils do the worst sins, they first put on the pretense of goodness and innocence, as I am doing now.

This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.

Deep malice makes too deep incision. Forget, forgive, conclude and be agreed.

It is my purpose, as one who lived and acted in these days, first to show how easily the tragedy of the Second World War could have been prevented; how the malice of the wicked was reinforced by the weakness of the virtuous...

The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.

the malice of the wicked was reinforced by the weakness of the virtuous;

This truth is incontrovertible. Panic may resent it, ignorance may deride it, malice may distort it, but there it is.

How little can we foresee the consequences either of wise or unwise action, of virtue or of malice! Without this measureless and perpetual uncertainty, the drama of human life would be destroyed.

The wicked at heart probably know something.

She's so small, yet she contains so much evil.

But the amusement that comes from watching people make fools of themselves isn't good. There's too much malice in it to please a heart more in key with simple joys. One can feel a mocking gaiety and still remain miserable. I think unhappiness may even engender such feelings. Sour pleasures feed off sour hearts.

O que seria então aquela sensação de força contida, pronta para rebentar em violência, aquela sede de empregá-la de olhos fechados, inteira, com a segurança irrefletida de uma fera? Não era no mal apenas que alguém podia respirar sem medo, aceitando o ar e os pulmões? Nem o prazer me daria tanto prazer quanto o mal, pensava ela surpreendida. Sentia dentro de si um animal perfeito, cheio de inconsequências, de egoísmo e vitalidade.

Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid marsh.

It is a tragic and strange fact , a superb malice of the creator , that man's mind is so immensely better suited for handling what is irrelevant than what is relevant to him.

Her fingers are as long as flower stalks, her limbs as spindly as sticks of birch. Weed-like strands of black straight hair hang over her mushroom-pale face, half-hiding tiny eyes that gleam with malice.