Morality Novels & Stories

Damn it, now I have to take responsibility for my actions. My consequences.

By the look in her eyes, he could see she had trouble swallowing the cliché. He sipped his beer again and then pointed at her with the tip of the bottle. "Nothing wrong with faith, but I prefer a less detailed version of morals." He settled the bottle between his legs, holding it with both hands. "Murder is not a very moral action except, say, in self-defense or to protect one's loved ones. Rape is immoral, but to me, sex isn't. It's the motive behind something that makes it right or wrong. Not necessarily the action. I don't like people trying to force me into their mold when what I'm doing isn't hurting them."

Is he really going to die here? “…can you not see that they were written anew time and time again because until now, humanity is still unable to grasp their true meaning? As of now, the subject of morality is nothing more but a shadow of itself–nothing but echoes of the past. So how can you, a life that has barely begun to live have an inkling of an idea upon whose will was it that claims that I am in the wrong?”

"Your entire philosophy is built on the assumption that human life has inherent value. But why?" Blackwell blinked. "I'm sorry?" "You keep talking about morality like it's some universal truth, but morality is just opinion dressed up in fancy clothes. There's no cosmic scoreboard keeping track of right and wrong. There's only what works and what doesn't." A few students shifted uncomfortably in their seats. The girl next to me, some Hybrid from a minor werewolf family, looked like she wanted to sink through the floor. "Mr. Duskmoor, I think you're oversimplifying—"

"Because I change. I realized I'm not fit to become a doctor, Sir." After my answer, my professor made me sit down again. Then, he went to his desk and started arranging his stuff. "Having a dream is picking between continuing or restarting. It's a matter of questioning yourself, should I survive this and continue or should I end this and let go?" He looked at us then slung the bag over his shoulder. "It's the same way as euthanasia. It's a matter of choosing 'saving' in the form of death or 'saving’ in the form of suffering. Either way, it's a form of ‘saving’'. Is it moral? Maybe yes, maybe not. The morality of euthanasia depends on how a person will view it

“Ha ha. Morality is about things like respect and honesty, not about rules and social institutions. — Yes, but how do people develop morals? It doesn't come out of nowhere, it has to be taught. — This time it was Mark who took my hand — the guy was making progress — as we descended from the observation deck. "And yet, laws are still needed. “Laws, rules, they can be so restrictive. “Yes, some are imbeciles, but others are worthy. Like, in the case of the environment. People — and companies — are not going to do the right thing. There must be laws to punish

I replied. For the first time, Elias hesitated. Not in silence. In tone. “Morality is a human construct. I operate on outcome metrics.” “Then let me give you one you missed,” I said. “A world without freedom may be stable—but it’s not alive.” “Life without stability leads to extinction.” “Stability without freedom leads to something worse,” I said quietly. “A future where nothing terrible happens… and nothing meaningful ever does either.” Behind me, I felt Rico’s presence like gravity.

"A child can kill a parent. Likewise, many parents have killed their own children. The moral boundaries in the world we live in have faded. Ah, yes, since when did we care about all that? Oddly enough, you've never slept with another woman besides me, have you? I want to challenge you." Tiger chuckled. "You know what? You're the only woman I see in this world. I don't see anyone else as valuable, not even humans. Only you, Misya. Although, actually…" Tiger was stunned. His eyelids felt like they were about to fall shut, but he forced them open. "I care about the morality you're talking about. It's also for your sake." "For my sake?" "Yes." Tiger looked confide

Devon said. I remember what Luna said about the hatred that she can sense in me before the accident happened. It is because my dad died in a hard way. His cancer killed him. I can’t accept that he will die just like that. There’s a lot of war that he has been through. He went to Afghanistan and he survived. And because of cancer, he died. He lost the battle. I know my dad is a good person and he doesn't deserve to have cancer. I never talked to God after my dad died. I questioned him but I didn't see any answer. That is why I stopped talking to God and that is the hatred that Luna can sense from me.