Quotes About Privilege

a reader of the Daily Mail brings it down to earth: "Only the 'elite' will go. The rest of us will be left to die.

The essence of a class system is not that the privileged are conscious of their privileges, but that the deprived are conscious of their deprivation. Deprived I never felt.

Sartre and Camus were only two of the many thinkers about politics who, being gentiles, could stay in Paris and think about politics there if they chose. It was a dubious privilege.

We have seen the death of Republicanism, of special privilege and national boodle.

There are people who have money and people who are rich.

Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well- warmed, and well-fed.

Because he had enjoyed every advantage since birth, one of the few privileges denied to Benjamin Rash was that of a heroic rise: his was not a story of resilience and preseverance of the tale of an unbreakable will forging a golden destiny for itself out of little more than dross. In and out of sleep. Like a needle coming out from under a black cloth and then vanishing again. Unthreaded.

Misquotation is, in fact, the pride and privilege of the learned. A widely- read man never quotes accurately, for the rather obvious reason that he has read too widely.

The accursed power which stands on privilege( and goes with women, champagne and bridge) Broke - and democracy resumed her reign ( which goes with bridge and women and champagne.

Rich was beginning to see how the world worked against virtually all women, the privileged and the unprivileged, and her increasing awareness of all the ways she was being held back fueled her righteous indignation.

John More, Gregory Cromwell, what have we done to our sons? Made them into idle young gentlemen—but who can blame us for wanting for them the ease we didn't have?

No: these are the complaints of small landowners, and men who don't like to pay their taxes. Men who want to be petty kings in their shires, who want the women to curtsey as they pass through the marketplace. I know these paltry gods, he thinks. We had them in Putney. They have them everywhere.

The more they get away with, the more they believe they're entitled to have.

The High King Balekin is a friend to my lady's Court,' Cardan says, silver-tongued in his silver fox mask. He wears an easy half smile. He's speaking the language of privilege, speaking it with his drawling tone, with the looseness of his limbs, as though he thinks he owns everything he can see.

Lying on his bed feels like wiping my dirty peasant feet on the throne.

it is precisely in these banalities that the unhomely stirs, as the violence of a racialized society falls most enduringly on the details of life: where you can sit, or not; how you can live, or not; what you can learn, or not; who you can love, or not.

it is evident that historians are privileged liars, who lend their pen to popular beliefs, exactly as most of the newspapers of the day express nothing but the opinions of their readers.

Ce privilege d'etre partout chez soi n'apppartient qu'aux rois, aux filles et aux voleurs

Papa, me demanda-t-il, les riches sont les plus forts en ce monde ? – Oui, Ilioucha, il n'y a pas plus puissant que le riche.

That's the kind of luxury that men have. They can be awful and beloved. Women don't get that kind of leeway.

She moved with the confidence of privilege . .

Your daughters will leave this school as confident, resilient young women." Ms. Byrne was off, delivering the private school party line. Resilience. What crap. No kid was going to go to school in a place that looked like freaking Buckingham Palace and come out of it resilient. She should be honest: "Your daughter will leave this school with a grand sense of entitlement that will serve her well in life; she'll find it especially useful on Sydney roads.

meant working-class kids like Stan no longer spent their childhoods whacking a tennis ball but hunched over tiny screens. Logan's point was: Don't you dare think I grew up rich and privileged just because this bush neighbourhood got all posh and gentrified.

As Clementine walked back inside studying the photo, she wondered what sort of person Erika could have been, would have been, should have been, if she'd been given the privilege of an ordinary home.