Love is a lie. It is a trick played by the cruel on the foolish and the weak.
Men fall from the sky and gods hurl thunderbolts. Innocents die. That’s how it starts. The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men… cruel.
You’re getting older, and you’ll see that life isn’t like your fairy tales. The world is a cruel place. And you’ll learn that, even if it hurts.
The world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance.
It’s hard to judge cruelty when you’ve never known kindness.
Powerful men don’t have to be cruel.
Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?
Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable, and the one thing of which I have never,ever been guilty of.
Cruel is a matter of perspective.