Quotes About Malice

When the wicked want to bring down the innocent, they aim for a loving heart.

I have been the victim of heartless malice.

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

People will let you down in this life, promises will be broken, you should expect less of others and trust more in yourself. But be rest assured that he who wishes to discredit you with malice and gossip will unknowingly create a shadow that follows him like the prevailing wind.

And then, don't forget that I am not a born melancholic. The general nickname I have in this neighborhood is " `t schildermenneke," [The little painter fellow] and it is not without a certain dose of malice that I go abroad.

How inexpressible is the meanness of being a hypocrite! how horrible is it to be a mischievous and malignant hypocrite.

Il Diavolo della Piccola Città: i pettegolezzi, le gelosie, l'acrimonia, la noia, le bugie. No, i veleni provinciali non aiutano. Qui la gente si annoia, è invidiosa, la sua vita è quella che è e quella che sempre sarà, e così, senza dubitare seriamente della storia, la riferisce: al telefono, per la strada, in mensa, in aula.

There's a plot afoot all right, and I'll gladly name the forces propelling it—hysteria, ignorance, malice, stupidity, hatred, and fear.

For he, Adeimantus, whose mind is fixed upon true being, has surely no time to look down upon the affairs of earth, or to be filled with malice and envy, contending against men

Une femme, si peu qu'elle soit pourvue de malice, n'a pas besoin qu'on lui en revende; elle a le magasin chez elle, avec tous les assaisonnements de malignes pratiques.

Sweat, malice, and hunger pour from me. This is release, or maybe it's just a plea for release.

some people are devils in their own right, their telltale horns having grown inward to facilitate their disguise.

Dedicated Practitioners of Evil," or DPEs.

a smile in which malice tried to pass as friendly intent, in which amusement was in fact dripping venom.

The angry man shoots too often from the hip and misses his target or hits the wrong one, while a wrathful man proceeds without malice but with a thirst for justice.

Because Mitch would not have life without his mother and because her cluelessness did not encompass malice, she inspired a tenderness that was not love or even affection. It was instead a sad regard for her congenital incapacity for sentiment. This tenderness had nearly ripened into the pity that he withheld from his father.

Geillis Duncan had always had a voluptuous abundance of creamy bosom and a generous swell of rounded hip. While still creamy-skinned, she was considerably more abundant and generous, in every dimension visible. She wore a loose muslin gown, under which the soft, thick flesh wobbled and swayed as she moved. The delicate bones of her face had long since been submerged in swelling plumpness, but the brilliant green eyes were the same, filled with malice and humor. I

Laoghaire." Even now, I could not repress a brief spurt of rage at the girl's name. Out of thwarted jealousy over my having married Jamie, she had deliberately tried to have me killed. Considerable depths of malice for a sixteen-year-old girl. And even now, mingled with the rage was that tiny spark of grim satisfaction; he's mine, I thought, almost subconsciously. Mine. You'll never take him from me. Never.

Percy lifted his shoulders in the faintest of Gallic shrugs. As you like, it said. And yet his eyes—they were still beautiful, damn him, dark and soft—rested on Grey with what seemed a genuine sympathy. Grey sighed. Doubtless it was genuine. Percy could not be trusted—not ever—but what he'd done had been done from weakness, not from malice, or even lack of feeling.

Las mujeres son maliciosas por naturaleza y disfrutan tentando al hombre hacia los caminos del mal

As long as the murderer had not been tracked down and disarmed, no one felt safe. But not because they were dealing with a murder. Murder itself was nonsense; who hadn't, one might ask, had occasion to murder, if not while drunk, then in combat, at any rate? Murder wasn't the problem; it was ill will, the degree of malice.

Possibly, more people kill themselves and others out of hurt vanity than out of envy, jealousy, malice or desire for revenge.

Regrets in this subcategory weren't limited to childhood malice. People described insulting work colleagues, "ghosting" romantic interests, and threatening neighbors. Most hurts were delivered with words, though a few were with fists. And for all the American associations of behavior like bullying, these regrets were international.

Had malice not become a trusted friend to humankind, I should have applauded all technical endeavours.