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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cdb9c52 | To hell with your courts, I know what justice is. | Howard Zinn | ||
| d8fcad2 | Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, can quietly become a power no government can suppress, a power than can transform the world. | civil-rights labor protest resist resistance unionization | Howard Zinn | |
| 9d23b74 | Police, I learned over the years, are like soldiers, normally good-natured people, but part of a culture of obedience to orders and capable of brutal acts against anyone designated as "the enemy"--in this case, the antiwar movement." | Howard Zinn | ||
| aa4ef6e | Combien de gens exercent-ils le travail de leur choix ? Certains scientifiques, artistes, quelques travailleurs tres qualifies ou certaines professions liberales ont peut-etre cette satisfaction, mais la plupart des gens ne sont pas libres de choisir leur activite. C'est la necessite economique qui les y oblige. C'est pourquoi on peut parler de "travail aliene". En outre, la plupart des travailleurs produisent des biens et des services dest.. | Howard Zinn | ||
| 45709e1 | The pretense continued over the generations, helped by all-embracing symbols, physical or verbal: the flag, patriotism, democracy, national interest, national defense, national security. The slogans were dug into the earth of American culture like a circle of covered wagons on the western plain, from inside of which the white, slightly privileged American could shoot to kill the enemy outside--Indians or blacks or foreigners or other whites.. | Howard Zinn | ||
| 072e517 | Columbus, desperate to pay back dividends to those who had invested, had to make good his promise to fill the ships with gold. In the province of Cicao on Haiti, where he and his men imagined huge gold fields to exist, they ordered all persons fourteen years or older to collect a certain quantity of gold every three months. When they brought it, they were given copper tokens to hang around their necks. Indians found without a copper token h.. | Howard Zinn | ||
| 1a11d38 | Society in every state is a blessing, but Government even in its best state is but a necessary evil. . . . | Howard Zinn | ||
| 2904f3c | Since the Indians were better woodsmen than the English and virtually impossible to track down, the method was to feign peaceful intentions, let them settle down and plant their corn wherever they chose, and then, just before harvest, fall upon them, killing as many as possible and burning the corn. . . . Within two or three years of the massacre the English had avenged the deaths of that day many times over. | Howard Zinn | ||
| 78be790 | Why will you take by force what you may have quietly by love? Why will you destroy us who supply you with food? What can you get by war? We can hide our provisions and run into the woods; then you will starve for wronging your friends. Why are you jealous of us? We are unarmed, and willing to give you what you ask, if you come in a friendly manner, and not so simple as not to know that it is much better to eat good meat, sleep comfortably, .. | Howard Zinn | ||
| f559615 | Thus, in that inevitable taking of sides which comes from selection and emphasis in history, I prefer to try to tell the story of the discovery of America from the viewpoint of the Arawaks, of the Constitution from the standpoint of the slaves, of Andrew Jackson as seen by the Cherokees, of the Civil War as seen by the New York Irish, of the Mexican war as seen by the deserting soldiers of Scott's army, of the rise of industrialism as seen .. | Howard Zinn | ||
| a91e5ad | Why will you take by force what you may have quietly by love? Why will you destroy us who supply you with food? What can you get by war? | Howard Zinn | ||
| 110a296 | The true task of education, Alfred North Whitehead cautioned, is to abjure stale knowledge. "Knowledge does not keep any better than fish," he said. We need to keep it alive, vital, potent." | Howard Zinn | ||
| 591eb3d | IWW organizer Joseph Ettor said: If the workers of the world want to win, all they have to do is recognize their own solidarity. They have nothing to do but fold their arms and the world will stop. The workers are more powerful with their hands in their pockets than all the property of the capitalists. . . . | Howard Zinn | ||
| b81909b | In 1992, teachers all over the country, by the thousands, were beginning to teach the Columbus story in new ways, to recognize that to Native Americans, Columbus and his men were not heroes, but marauders. The point being not just to revise our view of past events, but to be provoked to think about today. | Howard Zinn | ||
| 2d59a69 | with cunning colubrine and malice viperine and sleights serpentine | malice | E.R. Eddison | |
| 72b08b5 | This last best luck of all: that earth should gape for me when my great deeds were ended. | heroism mortality soldiers trauma war | E.R. Eddison | |
| c9c6a62 | If I'd had the strength, I would have leaped on him and ripped him apart. "You're a disgusting bastard." "I'll have to ask Tamlin if this kind of flattery won his heart." | rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 52574fc | Why can't be High Lady as well? | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1929ca4 | In our world where we'd forgotten the names of our gods, a promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c2d77f7 | That was your forest. Where you hunted." He came closer to the painting, gazing at the bleak, empty cold, the white and gray and brown and black. "This was your life," he clarified. I was too mortified, too stunned, to reply. He walked to the next painting I'd left against the wall. Darkness and dense brown, flickers of ruby red and orange squeezing out between them. "Your cottage at night." I tried to move, to tell him to stop looking at t.. | isaac jealous paintings tamlin | Sarah J. Maas | |
| afaf599 | I picked my way through the corpses to another Illyrian. Then another. And another. Some I knew. Some I didn't. Still the killing field stretched onward under the sky. Mile after mile. A kingdom of the rotting dead. And still I looked. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e4d81b5 | Lucien said he didn't care that she wasn't one of the High Fae, that he was certain the mating bond would snap into place soon and that he was going to marry her and leave his father's court to his scheming brothers." A tight sigh. "His father had her put down. Executed, in front of Lucien, as his two eldest brothers held him and made him watch." My stomach turned, and I pushed a hand against my chest. I couldn't imagine, couldn't comprehen.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 48b2279 | Feyre," Tamlin breathed from behind us. I halted, aware of every eye that watched. "I'm fine," I whispered. "I'm sorry." I wiped at the blood dribbling down my cheek. "I'm fine," I told him again. No one, not even Tamlin, looked convinced. And if I could have painted that moment, I would have named it A Portrait in Snares and Baiting." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| fc6ce2c | Thundering hooves beat the frozen ground, faster and faster as the rider whipped the horse. Snow and mud lay thick on the earth, and rogue snowflakes drifted through the night sky. Celaena ran--swifter than her young legs could manage. Everything hurt, Trees ripped at her dress and hair; stones sliced her feet. She scrambled through the woods, breathing so hard she couldn't muster the air to cry for help. She must reach the bridge. It could.. | celaena-sardothien dreaming | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 8d7028a | Aware of every breath, every movement, I sat in his lap. His hands gently braced my hips as I studied his face. "And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know..." His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek. "I want you to know," I whispered, "that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored- honored to be your mate." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d70ba2d | Good girl. Now walk away. Turn on your heel--good. Walk toward the door. Keep your chin high. Let the crowd part. One step after another. I listened to him, let him keep me tethered to sanity as I was escorted back to my cell by the guards--who still kept their distance. Rhysand's words echoed through my mind, holding me together. But when my cell door closed, he went silent, and I dropped to the floor and wept. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 91a162c | Say that you don't love him!" Amarantha shrieked, and the blood on my hands became the blood of that rabbit--became the blood of what I had lost. But I wouldn't say it. Because loving Tamlin was the only thing I had left, the only thing I couldn't sacrifice. A path cleared through my red-and-black vision. I found Tamlin's eyes--wide as he crawled toward Amarantha, watching me die, and unable to save me while his wound slowly healed, while s.. | angry beg blood emotional feyre hurt killing love tamlin | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 12ede48 | The following day she didn't expect the messenger who arrived after breakfast, asking for the name of her village. And when she hesitated, he said the Crown Prince wanted to know. Wanted to know, so he could have it added to his personal map of the continent. | pg120 sorscha | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ac10328 | The Nephelle Philosophy | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 9b7bf9e | We fear which we cannot see | ichigo strawberry unknown | Tite Kubo | |
| e063650 | It's meaningless to just live, it's meaningless to just fight, cause i wanna win and survive !!!! | Tite Kubo | ||
| d9e69d5 | I have never looked to religion for comfort - belief is just not in my genes. But reading - childishly simple and dauntingly complex, incantatory and comforting - I thought this was what prayer must feel like. Sustenance bound up with anticipation and want. Reading was like reading pornographic Bible verses. | Julie Powell | ||
| 26e5c9c | Maybe if the men in my life weren't always making smart-ass comments, they wouldn't have to worry about bruises so much. | Julie Powell | ||
| 4bac85a | There are dinner parties ruined by guests, and there are dinner parties ruined by hosts, and then there are dinner parties when everyone contributes to the disaster. | Julie Powell | ||
| a60b6a8 | Everyone knows there are foods that are sexy to eat. What they don't talk about so much is foods that are sexy to make. | Julie Powell | ||
| 86f935c | Love is like sleep. One can never seize, never force love. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 4967494 | Exhaustion has a way of parting the veils between men, not so much because the effort of censoring their words exceeds them, but because weariness is the foe of volatility. Oft times insults that would pierce the wakeful simply thud against the sleepless and fatigued. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 7f58116 | I am Cnaiur urs Skiotha, breaker-of-horses-and-men!", | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| d7d84b6 | Sorweel: ,,Then how can we hope to resist him?" Harweel: ,,With our swords and our shields. And when those fail us, with spit and curses." But the spit and the curses, Sorweel would learn, always came first, accompanied by bold gestures and grand demonstrations. War was an extension of argument, and swords were simply words honed to a blood-letting edge. Only the Sranc began with blood. For Men, it was always the conclusion." | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| a9d421f | Like a stern father, war shames men into hating their childhood games. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 1e55327 | And 'barbarity,' I fear, is simply a word for unfamiliarity that threatens. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| d3cbd37 | Interruption is weakness, young Kellhus. It arises from the passions and not from the intellect. From the darkness that comes before." "I understand, Pragma." The cold eyes peered through him and saw this was true. "When the Dunyain first found Ishual in these mountains, they knew only one principle of the Logos. What was that principle, young Kellhus?" "That which comes before determines that which comes after." The Pragma nodded. "Two tho.. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 6dd784a | Masses of warring men animated the horizon, crashing into stubborn ranks, churning in melee. The air didn't so much thunder as hiss with the sound of distant battle, like a sea heard through a conch shell, Martemus thought--an angry sea. Winded, he watched the first of Conphas's assassins stride up behind Prince Kellhus, raise his short-sword ... There was an impossible moment--a sharp intake of breath. The Prophet simply turned and caught .. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| c34fe58 | Something ... made him feel small, not in the way of orphans or beggars or children, but in a good way. In the way of souls. | insight | R. Scott Bakker |