Quotes About Oppression

Men were springing up, a black avenging host was slowly germinating in the furrows, thrusting upward for the harvests of future ages. And very soon their germination would crack the earth asunder.

They have so smothered me in their middle-class refinement that I don't know how there can be any blood left in my veins. I lowered my eyes, put on a dismal, silly expression, just like them; I was just as dead-and-alive as they were.

Boredom was at the root of Lazare's unhappiness, an oppressive, unremitting boredom, exuding from everything like the muddy water of a poisoned spring. He was bored with leisure, with work, with himself even more than with others. Meanwhile he blamed his own idleness for it, he ended by being ashamed of it.

They were brutes, no doubt, but brutes who could not read, and who were dying of hunger.

Cependant Quenu se rappelait une phrase de Charvet, cette fois, qui déclarait que ces bourgeois empâtés, ces boutiquiers engraissés, prêtant leur soutien à un gouvernement d' indigestion générale, devaient êtres jetés les premiers au cloaque. C' était grâce à eux, grâce à leur égoïsme du ventre, que le despotisme s' imposait et rongeait une nation.

At the street corner, a one-storey house built of freestone, but repulsively decrepit and filthy, seemed to command the entrance, like a gaol. And here, indeed, lived La Méchain, like a vigilant proprietess, ever on the watch, exploiting in person her little population of starving tenants.

Evet! Bu utanç verici gösteriyi izliyoruz, borçlar ve suçlar alt?nda ezilmiÅŸ kiÅŸiler suçsuz ilan ediliyor; buna kar??l?k onurun ta kendisi, yaÅŸam? lekesiz bir adam cezaland?r?l?yor. Bir toplum bu noktaya geldiÄŸi zaman, art?k çürümeye baÅŸlam?? demektir.

It all seemed a hollow sham now - that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she'd had enough of that; she wanted to live!

Ey adalet, ne korkunç bir umutsuzlukla s?k?l?yor insan?n yüreÄŸi!

Des hommes poussaient, une armée noire, vengeresse, qui germait lentement dans les sillons, grandissant pour les récoltes du siècle futur, et dont la germination allait faire bientôt éclater la terre.

They, poor devils, were just machine-fodder, they were penned like cattle in housing estates, the big Companies were gradually dominating their whole lives, regulating slavery, threatening to enlist all the nation's workers, millions of hands to increase the wealth of a thousand idlers.

Então era possível que uma pessoa se matasse num trabalho de escravo, no fundo dessas trevas horrendas, e nem sequer conseguisse ganhar os parcos tostões para o pão de cada dia?

Oh, Justice, what frightful despair oppresses our hearts!

On the summit of a desolate rock on Devil's Island, far from the few palm trees on the shore, a small hut of four cubic yards was built for Dreyfus; night and day an inspector stood guard at the door, with strict orders not to address a word to him. In the daytime the prisoner was permitted to exercise until sunset in a small rectangular space of about two hundred yards, near his hut.

La educación de la mujer no puede llamarse tal educación, sino doma, pues se propone por fin la obediencia, la pasividad y la sumisión.

Regent, Boris Godonof, riveted the chains of slavery upon the wrists of many millions of human beings in Russia.

You forget you have a master here,'' says the tyrant. ''I'll demolish the first who puts me out of temper! I insist on perfect sobriety and silence. Oh, boy! was that you? Frances, darling, pull his hair as you go by; I heard him snap his fingers.'' 'Frances pulled his hair heartily;

El tirano oprime a sus esclavos y éstos no se vuelven contra él; sino que aplastan a los que tienen debajo.

She does not know what she says. Will you ruin her, because she has not wit to help herself? Get up! You could be free instantly. That is the most diabolical deed that ever you did. We are all done for—master, mistress, and servant.

Silence! said the ruffian. To the devil with your clamour!

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him; they crush those beneath them.

Education is the biggest threat to authoritarianism.

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes- Heavenly Hurt, it gives us- We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are- None may teach-Any- 'Tis the Seal Despair- An imperial affliction Sent us of the air- When it comes, the Landscape listens- Shadows-hold their breath- When it goes.'tis like the Distance On the look of Death-