Quotes About Terrible

Murder was a terrible thing. Even if you're not quite right in the head, you can realize that much. Mother must be suffering quite a bit. Perhaps

But when their infants were fractious and quite beyond control, they would quiet them by telling how, if they didn't hush them and not fret them, the terrible grey Badger would up and get them. This was a base libel on Badger, who, though he cared little about Society, was rather fond of children; but it never failed to have its full effect.

This is Lovecraft's best terrible story. It is so artificial...and so overblown...and so ludicrous...that it slithers-through tiramisu-rich prose that might as well be heavy metal lyrics (a wolf-fanged ghost that rode the midnight lightning)-all the way to the summit of high camp.

The ordinary, utterly mundane reason behind the massacre makes it somehow more terrible, and far more depressing. The word 'senseless' springs to mind, and Idris thwarts it. It's what people always say. A senseless act of violence. A senseless murder. As if you could commit sensible murder.

I am Oz, the Great and Terrible, spoke the Beast, in a voice that was one great roar. Who are you, and why do you seek me?

It is the Law that while Evil, unopposed, may accomplish terrible deeds, the power of Good can never be overthrown when opposed to Evil. . .

Oz, the Great and Terrible.

Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.

I am very romantic about communism even still, but I know terrible things happened.

I'm not romantic at all. I'm a moaner. I should be on Grumpy Old Men. I'm terrible.

Nobody could fathom the suffering the troubles had brought people, and all the terrible things that had happened.

She held her sword like she was ready to use it on anyone who got close. Darquesse could see her own reflection in the blade. A pretty girl with a scar on her cheek, fifteen years old and dark-haired. Her pale face splattered with other people's blood. Her eyes, dark-ringed. Is this what they all saw, she wondered, or did the see something else? Something magnificent and terrible? Something monstrous?

I was terrible student at Michigan, terrible. Because there was too much else to do. I was learning form too many other sources to go to class.

Life is like a moustache. It can be wonderful or terrible. But it always tickles.

I remember the longing inside my head, [her] beautiful letters, mine, my fingers tracing the ridges of consonants, questions and postscripts littering margins, uncontainable form, the page a stage for candor. To know another is the terrible work of love, is it not? — Jennifer Chang, from "In the Middle of My Life," The American Poetry Review (September/October 2021, vol. 50, no.5)

Madness is always a wonderful excuse, don't you think? For doing terrible things to other people.

vexation, yet filled with unconscious regret for the terrible unknown things that might have, but had not, happened (23)

It is a unique and terrible privilege to witness the entire arc of a life, to see it through from its inception to its end. But it is also an opportunity to love without a net, without the future, without the past, but right now.

Stupid. Stupid. Foaly, we are both imbeciles. I don't expect lateral thinking from the LEP, but from you... ... What is it? [Holly] asked, afraid of the answer, which must surely be terrible. Yeah, agreed Foaly, who always had time to feel insulted. Why am I an imbecile?

My vision of the future was like the paintings I'd seen of the Old West, mysterious, serious, with great beauty at every vista and terrible things happening whenever any people appeared.)

couldn't understand why I cried nonstop during these phone calls. I was sure that Brian had Alzheimer's before the MRI; I'd thought, It's not a surprise. But it was a surprise the way every bad thing, even as you see the flames in the distance, even as the terrible thing is upon you, breathing in your ear, hammering on your narrow bones, is still a surprise.

People who have no faults are terrible; there is no way to take advantage of them

People who have no weaknesses are terrible; there is no way of taking advantage of them.

No, let us not conquer the heavens. It is enough to have the power to do so. War engenders war, and victory defeat. God, conquered, will become Satan; Satan, conquering, will become God. May the fates spare me this terrible lot!?