Come what may and hell to pay.

She also understood there was a hole in her heart where her son should be, that she was a wicked, selfish woman for wishing him back.

I think you healed me.”He says it so simply, but my mind takes his words and scatters them like ashes. I feel like I’m waking from a coma and I have amnesia and everyone speaks...

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

None so good that he has no faults, None so wicked that he is worth naught.

The good man, though a slave, is free; the wicked, though he reigns, is a slave, and not the slave of a single man, but – what is worse – the slave of as many...

She had that look a child has only a few times in its life, when the child has bettered her betters. The expression isn’t smug, though adults often take it for smugness. It’s something else....

Only the wicked understand the ways of the wicked, my dear. ~Madame Zelda to Roller Deb

I think I finally understand the saying like a moth to a flame. I’m the moth. My heart flutters like the paper thin wings. And he is the flame, incendiary, scorching my soul.He inhales so...

One must be cunning and wicked in this world.

We can’t play God.We can’t do this to kids.You’re evil, I’m evil.Everyone will die.No matter what.Let nature win.

My hate is general, I detest all men;Some because they are wicked and do evil,Others because they tolerate the wicked,Refusing them the active vigorous scornWhich vice should stimulate in virtuous minds.

Galinda didn’t see the verdant world through the glass of the carriage; she saw her own reflection instead. She had the nearsightedness of youth. She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though...

To err is human; but contrition felt for the crime distinguishes the virtuous from the wicked.

There’s something familiar about the curve of her lower lip. The weight cradled by a soft, slender chin. The bow of her top lip sweeps across it in a way that makes me think of...

Wickedness never rests easily so, in a way, one might almost feel pity for the wicked, for they are destined to live their lives in fear, in a prison of the heart.

I only have two fingers left.I wrote the lies of my farewell with two fingers.That is the truth.We are evil.They are kids.We are evil.

Always be good, but be wickedly beautiful.

I like the sound of words, but I don’t ever really expect my slow, slanted impression of the world to change by what I read.

The virtuous man contents himself with dreaming that which the wicked man does in actual life.

Wisdom is unwanted in the colony of fools

She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.

For the righteous, the revelation is a joyous event, the realization of a divine truth. But for the wicked, revelations can be far more terrifying, when dark secrets are exposed and sinners are punished for...

It’s true what they say, Love is a wicked game,A game so wickedly played,I am at your command in your wicked games.

The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing, while the true traveler knows that the novel world about her serves as the most appropriate accessory.

All my life, I’ve understood the nature of where I come from, but I never thought it might be wicked until now.

I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.

Staring at a world too horrible to comprehend, believing — by dint of ignorance and innocence — that beneath this unbearable contract of guilt and blame there is always an older contract that may bind...

Herein lies the tragedy of the age: not that men are poor, — all men know something of poverty; not that men are wicked, — who is good? not that men are ignorant, — what...

And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no “after”, in the “ever after” of a Witch there is no “happily”; in the story of a Witch, there is no afterword....

I see you go bare-shod. This is most likely extremely sensible. Shoes are no end of trouble for girls. . . . How many have danced to death in slippers of silk and glass and...

The aftermath of bearing shackles is an exquisite devastation, fraught with the ravages of survival. Even though one is no longer held captive—be that from a person, a government, or one’s inner self—the scars are...

One never knows how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her — is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if...

Manipulation, fueled with good intent, can be a blessing. But when used wickedly, it is the beginning of a magician’s karmic calamity.

And now,’ said the unknown, ‘farewell kindness, humanity, and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been heaven’s substitute to recompense the good – now the god of vengeance yields...

Perhaps, thought Nanny, little green Elphaba chose her own sex, and her own color, and to hell with her parents.

The wise will hide your follies and help you learn, but the wicked ones will gossip about it with scoundrels.

Only love of a good woman will make a man question every choice, every action. Only love makes a warrior hesitate for fear that his lady will find him cruel. Only love makes a man...

Of course. You get everything from books.

In the old legends, Arachne had gotten into trouble because of pride. She’d bragged about her tapestries being better than Athena’s, which had led to Mount Olympus’s first reality TV punishment program: ‘So You Think...

I got heavily into the drum-and-bass scene, which is really wicked.

We don’t get an endless number of orbits away from the place where meaning first arises, that treasure-house of first experiences. What we learn, instead, is that our adventures secure us in our isolation. Experience...

I’m a wicked ping-pong player.

There’s a big difference on being wise and being crafty. The former is the attribute of God, and the latter is that of Satan.

Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.

He would argue with her about killing themselves; and explain how wicked people were; how he could see them making up lies as they passed in the street. He knew all their thoughts, he said;...

Now obviously all this–taking upon oneself to hate those whom one things God’s enemies, avoiding the society of those one thinks wicked, judging our neighbors, thinking oneself “too good” for some of them (not in...

Isn’t that funny, that deity is passe but the attributes and implications of deity linger–

Why are we learning about the past, when this is History?

If blood can produce money through rituals or the so-called human sacrifice, then it is the basis on which we live, so it is very essential to save and protect it from the fiendish eyes...