Quotes About Wickedness

In Dostoevsky there were things unbelievable and not to be believed, but some so true they changed you as you read them; frailty and madness, wickedness and saintliness, and the insanity of gambling were there to know as you knew the landscape and the roads in turgenev

All things truly wicked start from innocence. So you live day by day and enjoy what you have and do not worry. You lie and hate it and it destroys you and every day is more dangerous, but you live day to day as in a war.

He was a boy born to be quite wicked who was being very good and he carried his wickedness around with him transmuted into a sort of teasing gaiety. But he was a bad boy and the others knew it and he knew it. He was just being good while his badness grew inside him.

?stais ?aunums s?kas ar pašu nevain?g?ko.

The hungry can't eat your tears. The poor can't spend them. They're no comfort to the afflicted and they don't bring the wicked to justice. Everything useful that can be done in the world can be done in joy.

Back then, just like now, whenever people look the other way when evil is around them, the wicked will find it.

This wicked man, the repository and embodiment of many forms of soul-destroying hatred, this monstrous product of former wrongs

Yes, dangerous: think a little, if you're capable of thought, and you'll see that it's safer to obey a law however stupid it may be than to act freely; because to act freely, unless you're as wicked as certain emperors, is to seek a just law; and if you make a mistake, you've taken the first step towards power, which is what destroys men.

The victim is always morally superior to the master; that is the victim's ambivalent triumph. That is why there have been so few notoriously wicked women in comparison to the number of notoriously wicked men; our victim status ensures that we rarely have the opportunity.

It's abhorrent to me that somebody is just evil, and you can't explain it.

Time is wicked. It comes and goes like a thief in the night, stealing

The wickedness of the church can be one thing and one only: turning the Good News of Jesus into the bad news of religion.

It is in the very nature of things that torments inflicted have no tendency to bring a wicked man to repentance. Then why torment him if it will not do him good? It is simply unadulterated revenge. All the punishment in the world will not reform a man, unless he knows that he who inflicts it upon him does it for the sake of reformation, and really and truly loves him, and has his good at heart.

I hadn't thought of evil as being without color but it is. Once you get past plain everyday wickedness, the color is squeezed right out of it. Evil is a kind of oblivion, having destroyed everything on its way there.

if God took his hands off this fallen world so that there were no restraint on human wickedness, we would make hell. Thus if you allow a whole lot of sinners to live somewhere in a confined place where they're not doing damage to anyone but themselves, what do you get but hell? There's a sense in which they're doing it to themselves, and it's what they want because they still don't repent.

It is an esoteric doctrine of society, that a little wickedness is good to make muscle; as if conscience were not good for hands and legs.

Imagine how wicked society would be if the fear of God and the fear of civil law were both completely removed.

It is right noble to fight with wickedness and wrong; the mistake is in supposing that spiritual evil can be overcome by physical means.

When may a revival be expected? When the wickedness of the wicked grieves and distresses the Christian.

Evil requires no reason.

I ate civilization. It poisoned me; I was defiled. And then, he added in a lower tone, I ate my own wickedness.

I ate civilization. It poisoned me; I was defined. And then, I ate my own wickedness.

Totalitarian regimes justify their existence by means of philosophy and political monism, according to which the state is god on Earth, unification under the heel of a divine state is salvation, and all means to such unification, however intrinsically wicked, are right and may be used without scruple.

Did you eat something that didn't agree with you?" asked Bernard. The Savage nodded. "I ate civilization." "What?" "It poisoned me; I was defiled. And then," he added, in a lower tone, "I ate my own wickedness.