Martin Luther King Jr. Quotes

… nature is not kind, or merciful, or loving

The world can be very cruel.

The real world is harsh.

Avoid the unhappy ending, the harsh, the brutal, the tragic, the horrible -- if you care to see in print things you write. (In this connection don't do as I do, but do as I say.

I'm as cruel as life. As cruel as love.

The mask is torn off, while the reality remains

Truth is as straight as an arrow, while a lie swivels all over the place. You can hide Truth under a doormat, but eventually the mat will rise very high with Time -- forcing it to reveal all the truths it conceals.

Triumph cannot help being cruel.

Wolves ate even mighty hunters, for there was no honor or code among predators, and everyone's guts steam the same way when torn open on a cold night.

It's important to not be naive about this world and know that it's not necessarily a good place to be.

People are brutal. Just to each other.

Life is cruel and unfair, my friends, and that is fact.

Cruelties should be committed all at once.

Nothing is fair in this world. You might as well get that straight right now

And that's when she put her book down. And looked at me. And said it: "Life isn't fair, Bill. we tell our children that it is, but it's a terrible thing to do. It's not only a lie, it's a cruel lie. Life is not fair, and it never has been, and it's never going to be.

We all came into this world naked. The rest is all drag.

In her smile, Idris sees how little of the world he has known, even at thirty-five years of age, its savageness, its cruelty, its boundless brutality.

Children understand intuitively that the world they have been born into is not a blessed world.

There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.

But the Emperor has nothing at all on!

She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it was too brutal, too hostile, for her even to try to gloss over its harshness with a smile

The ideology of hardness and cruelty runs through American culture like an electric current.

Life is cruel and we do terrible things to each other.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher.

How to forgive the world for its beauty, which merely disguises its ugliness; for its gentleness, which merely cloaks its cruelty; for its illusion of continuity, seamlessly, as the night follows the day, so to speak- whereas in reality life is a series of brutal raptures, falling upon your defenseless hands, like the blows of a woodman's axe?