Gena Showalter Quotes

Evil changes everybody!

The wave of evil washes all our institutions alike.

The more sin is rationalized, the greater the possibility of destruction by Satan's wolves.

Their peace and their war Are like wind and storm. War grows from their peace.

Troops of furies march in the drunkard's triumph.

I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.

By early evening all the sky to the north had darkened and the spare terrain they trod had turned a neuter gray as far as the eye could see. They grouped in the road at the top of a rise and looked back. The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and looked at one another. Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place n the iron dark of the world.

We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We ran to the sounds of the thunder. We danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder.

Don't let a little sin in; all hell will break loose.

And Satan smiled, stretched out his hand, and said, "O War, of all the scourges of humanity, I crown you chief.

Evil will never find peace. It may triumph, but it will never find peace

What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

With every exertion, the best of men can do but a moderate amount of good; but it seems in the power of the most contemptible individual to do incalculable mischief.

To cast in it with Hyde was to die a thousand interests and aspirations.

This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy it

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

I have watched this famous island descending incontinently, fecklessly, the stairway which lead to a dark gulf.

They never exhale, the trees; on a very windy day, they rustle and inhale, and then the leaves and the branches all tremble as though something means to strangle the life from them. The sky watches on. The world is filled with anticipation, as if to wonder if this day will be a great day, or a horrible day, or the last day.

A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond / Frightened the reign of Chaos and old Night.

Evil is movement towards void.

Lady, running down to the riptide. Taken away to the dark side.

Only in our darkest hour do we find the light. Humans are destructive by nature. The world is lacking balance. Terrors are beginning to triumph over the simple joys. Stand back and watch, because you're going to be here when we fall.