Crueler Or More Cruel Quotes & Sayings

I have learned that Nature can be cruel, but I can be crueler! — Ren Hoek

She had this way, when she wasn't talking about foreign politics or global warming, of making sense of all the complex things I never knew how to describe. — Julie Murphy

The world is a cruel place made crueler still by man. — Dathan Auerbach

Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard. — Anna Akhmatova

Sometimes you have to be cruel ... in order to be even crueler. — Michael O'Donoghue

he failed to report Herod's alleged wholesale slaughter of male infants at the rumor of a "royal birth" that might upset his reign. He did not mention the very public spectacle of a slow, agonizing death of a famous condemned miracle worker and healer. Though he did find that Josephus referred to no less than twenty individuals by the name of Yeshua - the letter "J" not in existence until the fourteenth century - Ryan's investigation could turn up not even a single legitimate detail of the physical life of Christ in Josephus's entire opus. — Kenneth Atchity

I could never understand the purpose of my kind. They are cruel, heartless beings. And the way they obtain legs is even crueler still. But what can be said about a being who is heartless even though they possess one? — Amy Astorga

America indeed has become a progressive nation, if we understand "progressive" to mean progressing away from God, his incomparable blessings, and the moral foundation that made America great, and advancing toward a mythical utopia where mankind is in control of mankind (think "Lord of the Flies"). — Ron Brackin

It is believed by everyone that when he was in heaven he was stern, hard, resentful, jealous and cruel, but that when he came down to earth, he became the opposite ... sweet, gentle merciful, forgiving. He was a thousand billion times crueler than ever he was in the Old Testament ... Meek and gentle? By and by we will examine that popular sarcasm by the light of the hell which he invented. — Mark Twain

and there she was standing on the grass, which seemed to have turned green, and with the sun pouring down on her and warm sweet wafts about her and the fluting and twittering and singing coming from every bush and tree. She clasped her hands for pure joy and looked up in the sky and it was so blue and pink and pearly and white and flooded with springtime light that she felt as if she must flute and sing aloud herself — Frances Hodgson Burnett