Quotes About Oppression

There is another class of coloured people who make a business of keeping the troubles, the wrongs, and the hardships of the Negro race before the public. Having learned that they are able to make a living out of their troubles, they have grown into the settled habit of advertising their wrongs — partly because they want sympathy and partly because it pays. Some of these people do not want the Negro to lose his grievances, because they do not want to lose their jobs.

You can't hold a man down without staying down with him.

Great men cultivate love and only little men cherish a spirit of hatred; assistance given to the weak makes the one who gives it strong; oppression of the unfortunate makes one weak.

I think that collectivization was an erroneous and unsuccessful measure and it was impossible to admit the error. To conceal the failure people had to be cured, by every means of terrorism, of the habit of thinking and judging for themselves, and forced to see what didn't exist, to assert the very opposite of what their eyes told them.

And the strong are dominated by the weak and the ignoble.

Um homem a ferros tende sempre a idealizar a sua escravatura.

One day Larisa Fyodorovna left the house and did not come back again. Evidently she was arrested on the street in those days or died or vanished no one knew where, forgotten under some nameless number on subsequently lost lists, in one of the countless general or women's concentration camps in the north.

MyÅ›lÄ™, ?e gdyby drzemiÄ…cÄ… w czÅ'owieku bestiÄ™ mo?na byÅ'o powstrzyma? gro?bÄ… - niewa?ne: wiÄ™zienia czy kary poÅ›miertnej - wówczas najwy?szym emblematem ludzkoÅ›ci byÅ'by pogromca cyrkowy z biczem w rÄ™ku, a nie peÅ'en poÅ›wiÄ™cenia gÅ'osiciel prawdy.

It is not my nature, when I see a people borne down by the weight of their shackles—the oppression of tyranny—to make their life more bitter by heaping upon them greater burdens; but rather would I do all in my power to raise the yoke Ã¢â'¬Â¦ if there are any abroad who desire to make this the land of their adoption, it is not in my heart to throw aught in their way, to prevent them from coming to the United States.

Wherever books are burned, ultimately people are also burned.

The House was particularly silent. No birds flew; no birds sang. Where had they all gone? It seemed they found the cloud-haunted World as oppressive as I did. In the Sixth Western Hall I found them at last. They were gathered there, perched on the Shoulders and Heads of every Statue, on Plinths and on Columns, sitting silently, waiting.

I hated to serve men in any way.

I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir.

A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.

What I hate is the thought of being under a man's thumb, I had told Doctor Nolan. A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.

S?rça fanusun içinde ölü bir bebek gibi t?kan?p kalm?? biri için dünyan?n kendisi kötü bir düÅŸtür. Bir gün bir yerde -okulda, Avrupa'da, herhangi bir yerde- o boÄŸucu çarp?tmalar?yla s?rça fanusun yeniden üzerime inmeyeceÄŸini nas?l bilebilirdim?

Every woman adores a fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

Wondering how human beings can suffer their individualities to be mercilessly crushed under a machine-like dictatorship - be it of industry, state or organization - all their lives long.

The big men are all deaf; they don't want to hear the little squeaking as they walk across the street on cleated boots.

They had the windows fixed so you couldn't really open them and lean out, and for some reason this made me furious.

And I knew that in spite of all the roses and kisses and restaurant dinners a man showered on a woman before he married her, what he secretly wanted was for her to flatten out underneath his feet like Mrs. Willard's kitchen mat.

So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state.

I also remembered Buddy Willard saying in a sinister, knowing way that after I had children I would feel differently. I wouldn't want to write poems any more. So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state.

Y yo sabía que a pesar de todas las rosas y besos y cenas en restaurantes que un hombre hacía llover sobre una mujer antes de casarse con ella, lo que secretamente deseaba para cuando la ceremonia de boda terminase era aplastarla bajo sus pies como la alfombra de la señora Willard.