#wicked

Our nation is being led astray by ungodly judges, mayors and governors, who are given to change, defying the Constitution and substituting their own wicked agendas. ↗

— David Wilkerson

#astray #being #change #constitution #defying

Why should I keep myself so safe?” he asked her, but he was almost asking himself. What is there in my life worth preserving? With a good wife back there in the mountains, serviceable as an old spoon, dry in the heart from having been scared of marriage since she was six? With three children so shy of their father, the Prince of the Arjikis, that they will hardly come near him? With a careworn clan moving here, moving there, going through th same disputes, herding the same herds, as thy have done for five hundred years? And me, with a shallow and undirected mind, no artfulness in word or habit, no especial kindness toward the world? What is there that makes my life worth preserving? “I love you,” said Elphaba. “So that’s that then, and that’s it,” he answered her and himself. “And I love you. So I promise to be careful. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#fiyero #gregory-maguire #love #wicked #art

That's the real power of art, I think. Not to chide but to provoke challenge. Otherwise why bother? ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#art

We can talk about Manchester! I like coming here, it's a wicked city. It's my second favourite city in England after London. I like Liverpool too but there's a lot more to do in Manchester. ↗

— Dave Mason

#after #city #coming #england #favourite

To me it seems as plain as can be that the Bible declares that all the wicked will God destroy; again, that those who, during the Millennial age when brought to a knowledge of the truth, shall prove willful sinners will be punished with everlasting destruction. ↗

— Charles Taze Russell

#age #bible #brought #declares #destroy

War never takes a wicked man by chance, the good man always. ↗

— Sophocles

#chance #good #good man #man #never

After a sound drubbing followed by half a day's fasting, I felt more like laughing than like crying; and, in half a while, all was forgotten and my wickedness began afresh and worse than ever. ↗

— Stijn Streuvels

#after #began #crying #day #ever

Wicked thoughts and worthless efforts gradually set their mark on the face, especially the eyes. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#especially #eyes #face #gradually #mark

Virtue is persecuted more by the wicked than it is loved by the good. ↗

— Buddha

#loved #more #persecuted #than #virtue

After a steadying breath, Aislinn turned to Keenan. "I'm sure you can figure out lunch without help. So, umm, go make friends or whatever." And she walked away. He sped up to stay beside her as they entered the cafeteria. "May I join you?" "No." He stepped in front of her. "Please?" "No." She dropped her bag into a chair next to Rianne's things. Ignoring him-and the stares they were attracting-she opened her bag. He hadn't moved. With a shaky gesture, she pointed. "The line's over there." He looked at the throng slowly progressing to the vats of food. "Can I get you something?" "A little space?" A flare of anger flashed over his too-beatiful face, but he said nothing. He just walked away. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#keenan #melissa-marr #wicked-lovely #anger