Quotes About Aberration

As a rule of thumb, performance aberration in a basic skill is a good way to evaluate whether it's natural to a species. When you spot a giant ability gap between ages and genders, you know you're looking at nurture, not nature.

You wouldn't. You're an aberration," he said. "How do I know you won't kill us all anyway?" I said. "You're the one I need to feed to the fire," he said. "Drop the gun and you can save this girl." "Not terribly convincing," I said, stalling for time, hoping for that time to bring something.

Stories about mental aberration and oddity only make sense in context. Just how do people live with someone who is peculiar, gifted, strange or alien? It's odd because there's a little part of me that wants to write about exotic, strange bizarre subjects. Instead, I've rather reluctantly realised that what I write about is families.

I don't like things that are obvious and so I always try to introduce something that is wrong, something that is different. Just beauty by itself is too easy.

The great lawyer, the clear-sighted criminal judge, whose superiority seemed to his colleagues a form of aberration, had for five years been watching legal results without seeing their causes. As he scrambled up into the lofts, as he saw the poverty, as he studied the desperate necessities which gradually bring the poor to criminal acts, as he estimated their long struggles, compassion filled his soul.

Is it not an aberration of the memory to love only what it has lost? Just why do we lose these things, only to languish with nostalgia for the same places and the same people that earlier bored us to extinction? Is not all this predictable, vulgar folly?

Among the aphorisms in Beyond Good and Evil, Friedrich Nietzsche wrote: "Madness in individuals is something rare; but in groups, parties

Moreover, the way the Jackson Democrats treated the Indians was not an aberration. Rather, it was only the beginning of a long subsequent Democratic Party history of dispossession, cruelty, bigotry, and theft.

There is much here that is holy, an aberration in the heartland of the real.

The "norm" for humanity is love. Brutality is an aberration. We are not sinners by nature. We learn to be bad. We are taught to stray from our good paths. We are made to be crazy by other people who are also crazy and who draw for us a map of the world which is ugly, negative, fearful, and crazy.

They are no longer human beings. I don't know any other way to describe them. There is something about them that causes an instinctive reaction of "wrong!" in normal people—

Nature provides exceptions to every rule.

Every mode of travel has its signature mental aberration.

That life has never been safe from death. That the universe is overwhelmingly a dead, cold, inhospitable place – and catastrophically dangerous to life, in every form. That we, the living, have always been the outliers, the aberration. Only a freak chain of improbable accidents produced the bubble of conditions that was necessary for the rise of life, and our species, in this tiny film of air and water stuck to a rock that's whirling through the void.

Thus, though there is normally no such thing as sin among the stars, no deliberate choice of the course known to be wrong for the sake of some end known to be irrelevant, there is ignorance, and consequent aberration from the pattern of the ideal as revealed to stars of somewhat maturer mentality.

The real things are apt to be deviant.

Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.