A murderer is regarded by the conventional world as something almost monstrous, but a murderer to himself is only an ordinary man. It is only if the murderer is a good man that he can be regarded as monstrous.
Caldris led them over to a large covered basket that sat on the stones near the docked dinghy. He undid the cover, reached in and removed a live kitten. "- Hello, you monstrous little necessity". "- Mrrrrwwwwww", said the monstrous little necessity.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful. It has been said that the...
People," Geralt turned his head, "like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they kill a trapped fox with an axe or riddle ...
Something tells me that immortality is monstrous.
The monstrous act by definition demands a monster.
We are all capable of becoming something monstrous.
The age of celebrity editors and monstrous staffing are over.
I don't think I was a monstrous child. I don't think I was ever allowed to be.
It's not lying when you do it to officers!
Crime, to the man of the forties, was an alien monstrous terror.
Fear is ugly. It is monstrous. But fear stands no chance in the face of faith.
There is no error so monstrous that it fails to find defenders among the ablest men.
V: What was done to me was monstrous. Evey Hammond: And they created a monster.
Where do men find it in themselves to do such monstrous things?
Do you think it's possible for an entire nation to be insane?
Bein’ a soldier is not hard. If it was, soldiers would not be able to do it.
A few great minds are enough to endow humanity with monstrous power, but a few great hearts are not enough to make us worthy of using it.
I am a terrible mixture of being organized, controlling, but chaotic. My desk is monstrous.
There are times where excessive innocence seems so monstrous that it becomes hateful.
Insult is a monstrous scorpion, and compliment is a likeable nightingale; one stings mercilessly, and the other sings sweetly.
