Morality Novels & Stories

There was something different about him that she was trying to point out. Noah shifted on his chair. “Could you please stop?” He said with a low voice. “I would if I could.” Her eyes were still fixed on him. Across the room, Professor Elliott stood at the front of the class, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows as he wrote across the board. “Role of Emotions in Moral Agency,” he read out loud. He paced gently. “Most people think morality is about rules; what you should do and what you shouldn’t do. But rules alone do not make a person moral. A person becomes moral when they care about the impact of their actions on others.”

____Foolishness can't be justified with Innocence, Innocence, a virtue of soul while foolishness, an attribute of lack of capability to justify the actions with logical reasoning while subsiding the sea of emotions____ 'Sire, we're here!', the loud honking pried her gaze away, sweeping it across the fleet of sumptuous vessels, lined up along the shore. The waves dappled with sunrays peeking through the thick birches. He rolled out silently, walking over the edge of the lake where other affluent identities were already gathered for excursion, busy in chit-chatting with the queen mother and other royal personalities.

"It's... unnatural..." "Unnatural?" I don't bother restraining the laugh. "Don't talk rubbish, Georgie. Is it unnatural that we don't live in caves any more? That we wear clothes against the weather? That we eat food cooked in fire? Use antibiotics? Drink clean water?" Her face hardens. "That's not the same. That's just about staying alive and healthy. This is different. It's about morality." "What's immoral about it? Compared with say, rape or torture or murder?"

"Yes, but that was because she was a bad puppy. She has promised to bring you a new puppy soon. A good puppy." Chastity clapped. Greg looked at his sister, walked up, and kissed her next. "Charlotte, you are the goddess of morality. I will no longer try to punish you for telling me what you think is the right thing to do. It is your job. I may not always do what you say because my job is to keep a balance between good and evil. That will sometimes call for me to do the immoral thing, but at other times I will do the moral thing."

I had always wanted my little family and happiness not all this mess where I was not even a bit sure about the safety of my life. Whatever happened today was not me. I had never behaved with anyone so mean like I did today with Grace. I do feel guilty. At one point what I did was feeling right but now I feel wrong. Since when I have started disrespecting my morals. The morals which my Mom had given to me. How could I go against her morals? I should have thought before that using such cheap words against Grace that it was her dignity on which I was putting my fingers on. What if she was really nothing but just like a sister to him?

However, at this point my thoughts were only running wild, resulting to an uneasy feeling settling at the pit of my stomach. I suddenly began reflecting on my life. Being a rich bachelor has so many pitfalls, but the most aggravating one of all is that I was constantly a victim of gluttonous people. The fake endearment that I had constantly fallen into has only forced me to create an invaluable vision of trust. In consequence, trust has become a foreign word to me. At some point owning millions became an unbearable burden. A cruel reminder that despite having it all. I had nothing, but regardless of the torment, I couldn’t imagine myself leaving under critical conditions.

he asserted and I scoffed. “Low moral sense?” I snickered, “Do you even have sense talkless of morals?” I belittled and he furrowed his brow. "Morals are about actions, not just words. Your actions itself, leaves nothing to be desired. So before you cast judgment on others, take a moment to reflect on your own behavior,” I held his gaze steadily, my voice calm but firm. “I only wanted to ask you about what turned you to be this way,” I added.

Even in the high winter months she was feeling sweaty and suffocated. Face is the index of mind. When we try to do something unscrupulous and unlawful our pressure rises and we sweat profusely. Aliza was feeling the same. You have to do this Aliza. Her mind strongly ordered her when her morals were taking steps behind. He is a man with no morals. He killed many people without ethical values. He is a mafia don. There is nothing wrong if you denounce him.

I gulped heavily. I wasn't expecting her answer to be so sharp. It cut through me like a hot knife through the rubber. "So, he kills and stuff like that, huh?" "Of course, a guy like him would kill. Ever seen a thief that has high moral holdings?" My dad used to say that just like good things are related, bad things are found closely stuck together. On the general moral bar with which bad acts were judged, I suppose stealing and killing were sitting pretty much close to each other.

Morality has no place in revenge. Morality is for the lowly, and he is far from that. Eric did not believe in the existence of any supreme being or in the afterlife, even though he knew a lot about religion from having grown up in the Middle East. But if there is a real afterlife where man reaps what he sows, then he is already cursed. He will happily go to hell – after Vladek is dead.