Nietzsche On Evil Novels & Stories

Vivian replied. Indeed, even if he never hurt her, she would never have liked him. The line between good and evil was always clear to her. Good people were good people. Villains were villains. All claims of involuntary actions or forced actions were simply excuses after one’s choice was made. Regardless of time or place, one’s reasons were no excuse for committing evil deeds. He chuckled gently and mumbled to himself, “That’s right. I’ve forgotten. I’m a villain. A lowlife.”

Our lives are far more complex and nuanced than just those two aspects, and to paint people or characters as either/or is both lazy and misleading. Yes, some people are wholly positive, while others are wholly negative (for example, Mister Rogers is considered purely “good”, while Hitler is considered purely “evil”). But for the most part, people aren’t easily divisible in this way. Most people are a little bit “good”, and also a little bit “evil”. You cannot really have one without the other. Think about some of the greatest and most revered people who have ever lived - few were actually pure or saintly.

“If I’m considered a bad girl, I don’t even know how to call you guys. Evil seems to put it lightly.” “If killing makes someone evil, then all humans--all living creatures--are evil.” “Evil is measured by your own conscience and reflected by your karma thread,” Little Yin responded as she looked at the woman from head to toe. Something about that gaze made the lady’s chest tighten. “And from what I can see, to call you evil is truly putting it lightly.” The qi around the lady fluctuated unconsciously. It was as if she had just escaped great danger.

He lived on the opposite side of the aisle, and I wasn’t sure we would ever meet in the middle. “There is good and evil, no matter how much you deny it. You are evil, and that’s why you are defending yourself.” “I was born evil, and I know that. I can’t tell you how many pets I killed—including the ones belonging to neighbours. I killed when I was very young and I don’t feel anything about it. But I kill people who deserve it. I have never killed anyone who didn’t deserve to die. Some people have never killed people but do heinous things. Who is worse?”

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but come on, this isn’t the Middle Ages. It’s the twentieth century. Evil is just a concept. It’s just a way to talk about the values that society has. It’s not a force, or whatever you want to call it, and it’s certainly not justification for setting a man on fire.” “Is evil a concept? A name we use for everything that’s abhorrent in this life? Absolutely,” he said. “But it is also something more. Call it what you like, but surely, you’ve encountered it? Temptation so great you would betray yourself to satisfy it? Desire to take or to do harm for its own sake, or for the sake of the power it gives you over others?

"Your essence? I thought you wanted your son to live?" "He has already been released!" The voice held a sinister laugh behind his words. "Katherine, don't be a fool. This is pure evil that wants to destroy our world." Elizabeth tried to beg me to do what she saw as the right path. The world isn't simply divided into good and bad or right and wrong, though. Evil, as we perceive it, is merely the absence of good, much like darkness is the absence of light. Within me, there exists no inherent goodness, light, or kindness, only a drive for self-preservation and a thirst for power to ensure that no one ever stands in my path again.