Quotes About Solidarity

It kindled in me a resolution which I have tried to keep ever since: to spend at least once every year a little time in a country less fortunate than my own. (If

The values of solidarity, collectivism, and internationalism are not so much desirable as they are actually mandated by nature and reality itself.

The capacity for loyalty is stretched too thin when it tries to attach itself to the hypothetical solidarity of the human race.

Why are you lying on the floor?" "Solidarity. And we ran out of cognac. This is my preferred out of cognac posture.

Steady and righteous we may be, my friend, but without courage to risk ourselves for our brother, we are but politicians—blustering whores to rhetoric.

No, he said, we are not alone. I have you, and you have me. And there is Arya and Nasuada and Orik, and many others besides who will help us along our way.

os formvn mendûnost brakn, az Varden, hrestvog

One of the girls read somewhere that a red flag was the proper symbol for the oppressed workers, and so they mounted one, and paraded all about the yards, yelling with rage. A new union was the result of this outburst, but the impromptu strike went to pieces in three days, owing to the rush of new labour.

Was it a fact that every man had something in his life which palsied his arm, and struck him helpless in the battle for social justice? When

It was the same type of men all over the world. They tried to grab on another's coal and steel and oil and gold; yet, the moment they were threatened by their wage slaves anywhere, they got together to fight against the common peril. Do it with the army, do it with gangsters, do it with the workers' own leaders, buying them or seducing them with titles, honors, and applause!

The two of them heartened each other, making bovine life a bit more tolerable.

What he told them was to organize and defend their government to the last man and woman; to gather paving-stones and hurl them from the rooftops upon the Fascist invaders; to fight them with pikes, kitchen knives, and clubs with nails in; to take for their own the slogan of the French at Verdun:

was lack of that living spirit of brotherhood and solidarity which had made it possible for Otto Braun, Social-Democratic Premier of the Prussian state, and Karl Severing, Minister of the Interior, to bow to the threats of monocled aristocrats, and slink off to their villas without making the least effort to rouse the people to defend their republic and the liberties it guaranteed them.

The working-class world was split into factions, which spent the greater part of their energies in fighting one another instead of concentrating upon the common enemy.

But not everyone looked away when injustices happened to others. When little Fienchen Blomberg was stoned in front of the Weilers' grocery store by six older boys, Frau Weiler let out a howl, grabbed her broom, and whipped from the store.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind'.

Friendship is not born in conditions of need or trouble. Literary fairy tales tell of 'difficult' conditions which are an essential element in forming any friendship, but such conditions are simply not difficult enough. If tragedy and need brought people together and gave birth to their friendship, then the need was not extreme and the tragedy not great. Tragedy is not deep and sharp if it can be shared with friends.

la sua ragion d'essere è ribadire l'uguaglianza nel lavoro, l'onestà e la libertà, fondandosi sulla convinzione che lavoro, uguaglianza e libertà sono un diritto di tutti, su questa terra.

There was bread enough for us in the army, on the front line. We were fed by the Russian people. And no one had to teach them how to do it." "You're right there," said the economist. "What matters is that we're Russians. Yes, Russians—that's quite something." The inspector smiled and winked at his companion. It was as if he were saying those well-known words: "The Russian is the elder brother, the first among equals.

We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread.

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.

Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men

I repeat, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all.

I will weep with you over the children of kings, provided that you will weep with me over the children of the people