Quotes About Curse

ultimately, all diseases are magical diseases... ("Gas Station Carnival")

Once again, as humanity has managed to do with everything from fire to nuclear energy, we have found a great tool that can advance human civilization. And once again, we are at risk of using it to destroy ourselves. Connectedness, only so recently a marvel and a blessing, is now a curse.

In regard of the rich grace and wisdom of his love toward his people for who sees not, but that it is a curse to be unready as these foolish virgins, who were therefore shut out.

There is no need for me to curse you -the murderer survives the victim only to learn that it was himself that he longed to be rid of. Hatred is self-hatred.

obscene wealth, was often more of a curse than a blessing.

But she knows she has a curse on her, a curse she cannot win. For if someone gets too close to her, the pins stick further in.

Voodoo Girl Her skin is white cloth, and she's all sewn apart and she has many colored pins sticking out of her heart. She has many different zombies who are deeply in her trance. She even has a zombie who was originally from France. But she knows she has a curse on her, a curse she cannot win. For if someone gets too close to her, the pins stick farther in.

You see, life's all about possibilities. Opportunities are everywhere, except most people are locked into rigid routines and mortgages and clipping coupons and aren't even looking. But I see possibilities in everything: tangible objects, memories, thin air. It's at once a blessing and a curse.

Novelists are no more moral or certain than anybody else; we are ideologically adrift, and if we are any good then our writing will live in several places at once. That is both our curse and our charm.

I make music and I can't stop. It's a compulsion and an obsession and a curse.

For what is a curse but an unfair theft of strength. (Whatever is attempted in the way of improving your position brings back less than the effort exerted.)

Vanity, complacency, and indolence were a curse, since bravery was an ascending slope and one could not rest on it. One must succeed in rising to every challenge except the ones that would destroy us needlessly.

Work is the curse of the drinking classes.

There was a curse. It lay on all of us, though we didn't know it. Anyway Lacau didn't. Standing there, reading the tomb seal out loud to me in my cage, he didn't have a clue who the warning was meant for. And the Sandalman, standing on the black ridge watching the bodies burn, had no idea he had already fallen victim to it.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

Like a patrol condemned to ride out some ancient curse.

Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

If ye see the laird, tell him what ye hear; tell him this makes the twelve hunner and nineteen time that Jennet Clouston has called down the curse on him and his house, byre and stable, man, guest and master, wife, miss, or bairn—black, black be their fall." Robert Louis Stevenson, Kidnapped

You can run, but I'll get you yet, do you hear? You, the fire-eater, Silvertongue and his hoity-toity daughter — and the old man who wrote those accursed words! I'll kill you all! One by one!

Hat meine Schwester dir gesagt, dass jeder Mensch, der meinen Namen ausspricht, des Todes ist?

That dying child, that wasn't us, so don't you cuss and don't you dare Cross-the-sprites-and-curse-their-spite-and-make-your-hand-a-stony-fist. You can't punch us, We don't exist, We're only mist, And that was just the wind that hissed.

I most certainly will not surrender!' said Wish. 'You CHEATED!' 'Wizards don't play by Warrior rules,' said Xar. 'Cheat of a Wizard!' 'Wickedness of a Warrior!' 'Curse-Maker!' 'Forest-poisoner!' 'Child-eater!' 'Magic-destroyer! May you be ground by the teeth of the Giant Grey ogre into pieces that are smaller than the eyes of lice on a fly!' cursed Xar.

In sleep, you dream, in drink you curse, and in travel you yell at a porter. No, work and love are the two. When you're not at work you should be in love.' 'Be

Hope had become almost a curse to her. She wished there need be no such thing. Ha, the torment of hoping, and the insult to one's soul.