I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it.
Fear, true fear, is a savage frenzy. Of all the insanities of which we are capable, it is surely the cruelest. There is naught to equal its drive, and naught can survive its thrust.
The cruelest thing, hope, the way it strings you along, the way it makes you believe.
. . . he knew that the cruelest of blows too often came with a smile.
Perhaps the cruelest thing ever said of Hubert Humphrey was that he had the soul of a vice president.
The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his teeth, and yet come out of that room a disloyal friend or a vile calumniator.
The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
Sometimes family was the cruelest form of love there was, for no one could hurt you more than the people who created you.
Man is the cruelest animal.
Passion now begins to wake and whom we desire, we will take then we'll cut them down to the quick love itself the cruelest trick. Moved we are by loves sweet song though it plays not for long we can blow on embers bright till passion outtakes the light.
The cruelest prison of all is the prison of the mind.
There are those of us who believe that under certain conditions the cruelest thing you can do to people you love is to force them to live. There are those of us who define living not by whether the heart beats and the lungs lift but whether the spirit is there, whether the music box plays.
Of all the well-meant emotions pity is the cruelest to share.
Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.
War cannot be used as a means to prevent or abolish wars. . . . The idea of a war to prevent war is one of its oldest, and cruelest, tricks.
All about us were people. Perhaps a hundred. Men. Experience had taught me that humans were cruelest when segregated by sex, and the cold feeling in the pit of my stomach became led. What had I let myself in for?
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life's cruelest irony.
I was angry with him before. I’m not really sure why. Maybe I was just angry that the world had become such a complicated place, that I have never known even a fraction of the truth about it. Or that I allowed myself to grieve for someone who was never really gone, the same way I grieved for my mother all the years I thought she was dead. Tricking someone into grief is one of the cruelest tricks a person can play, and it’s been played on me twice.
We live in an age of prejudice, dissimulation and paradox, wherein, like dry leaves caught in a whirlpool, some of us are tossed helpless. . . ever struggling between our honest convictions and fear of that cruelest of tyrants -- PUBLIC OPINION.
