#wick

She also said the wicked people needed love as much as good people and were much better at it. ↗

— Alasdair Gray

#wickedness #love

The best reason for committing loathsome and detestable acts--and let's face it, I am considered something of an expert in this field--is purely for their own sake. Monetary gain is all very well, but it dilutes the taste of wickedness to a lower level that is obtainable by anyone with an overdeveloped sense of avarice. True and baseless evil is as rare as the purest good--and we all know how rare that is... ↗

— Jasper Fforde

#detestable #dilutes #evil #expert #good

Are people born wicked, or is wickedness trust upon them? ↗

— Stephen Schwartz

#music

And Goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows The Wicked die alone ↗

— Stephen Schwartz

#music

Die Wahrheit lässt sich nach Geschmack gestalten Denn Wahrheit ist, was alle dafür halten! ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#music

To hear them talk one would have thought they had no legs, natural functions or knowledge of the wicked world. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#talk #wicked #world #nature

Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#attraction

Satan dreads nothing but prayer. His one concern is to keep the saints from praying. He fears nothing from prayerless studies, prayerless work, prayerless religion. He laughs at our toil, he mocks our wisdom, but he trembles when we pray. ↗

— Samuel Chadwick

#prayer #samuel-chadwick #satan #religion

He holds my gaze, and the look in his eyes is a love letter in itself. When he speaks, his voice is rough. "Will you marry me, Cate?" I go still, the question hanging in the air. I have never felt more accepted 'for the girl I am, not the girl I want to be' never more loved and respected than I am in this moment. It's a choice, and it's mine to make. "Yes," I breathe. Finn slides the simple gold band onto my ring finger. I tilt it, and the ruby sparkles, catching the sunlight. He leans down and brushes his lips against mine, sealing the promise. 'I can't wait to make you my wife.' 'Cate Belastra.' I try it out and despite the solemnity of the moment, despite knowing what this will cost him, I can't help smiling. ↗

— Jessica Spotswood

#jessica-spotswood #love

A jolt of rage now forced him into her face, their noses almost touching. At once she was the one pulling back. “Is this yours and Fricker’s little game, Geline? To what purpose? Why not keep to the truth? It’s disgusting enough.” His voice was ragged with fury. “Why make up lies when it’s so unnecessary? I was a gambler, a prodigious drinker. I whored my way through most of London’s lower echelons. I am profoundly fortunate not to be riddled with disease.” Her mouth crimped with distaste. “Yes, indeed. Don’t want to mention that, do we? There’s a price to be paid for treating this vessel,” he tapped his chest, “without respect. As to that, we’ve both been fortunate. ↗

— Cynthia Wicklund

#evan #evangeline #lord-of-always #respect