Quotes About Oppression

Every tyranny imaginable is possible when prefaced by the notion that it is for the well-being of the populace.

The tyrant thrives when the first fucking fool salutes.

At some point, no matter how repressive the regime, the citizenry will come to comprehend the vast power in their hands. The destitute, the Indebted, the beleaguered middle classes; in short, the myriad victims. Control was sleight of hand trickery, and against a hundred thousand defiant citizens, it stood no real chance.

The most deadly seducers are the ones encouraging conformity. If you can only feel safe when everybody else feels, thinks and looks the same as you, then you're a damned coward...not to mention a vicious tyrant in the making.

After all, tyranny has no sense of humour. Too thin-skinned, too thoroughly full of its own self-importance

It was as if a giant invisible hand had reached down to the Crown, closing to gather in every building, crushing them all while pushing down into the hill.

Since when did ethics and morality become weapons of submission?

They take us at this moment, these unwavering men and women who presume to rule over us, and but point us in the direction of a weaker victim. This is their game, knowing or not, and as ever the assumption is that we'll never turn on our masters – so long as an enemy remains within reach of our blunted, frustrated fury. And

Maybe it all needs tearing apart, every one of those lies. And maybe brutality is what'll make us all equal. Still

Closing in a noose around her neck, the sound blocked the outside world – its air, its light.

The notion of freedom could make even peace and order seem oppressive, generate the suspicion of some hidden purpose, some vast deceit, some unspecified crime being perpetrated beyond human ken. That was a generous way of looking at it; the alternative was to acknowledge that humans were intrinsically conflicted, cursed with acquisitive addictions of the spirit.

Proof that the freedoms once accorded non-Letherii peoples were born of both paternalism and a self-serving posturing as a benign overseer. What is given is taken away, just like that.

We have a talent for disguising greed under the cloak of freedom. As for past acts of depravity, we prefer to ignore those. Progress, after all, means to look ever forward, and whatever we have trampled in our wake is best forgotten

When thugs were in power, educated people were the first to feel their fists. It was so pathetic, really, how so much violence came from someone feeling small.

Capitalism is founded on the selective application of freedom among the few at the expense of everyone else.

If I am a clerk, then one prophecy will prove true.' 'Oh, and which one would that be?' Cotillion asked, seemingly amused that Karsa was capable of speech. 'The tyranny of the number counters will be a bloody one.

After all, tyranny has no sense of humour. Too thin-skinned, too thoroughly full of its own self-importance. Accordingly, it presents an almost overwhelming temptation – how can I not be excused the occasional mockery?

The most deadly seducers are the ones incouraging conformity. If you can only feel safe when everybody else feels, thinks and looks the same as you, then you're a Hood-damned coward... not to mention a vicious tyrant in the making.

Wealth was measured in control over other people, and the grip of that control could never be permitted to loosen. Odd, then, that this rebellion had had nothing to do with such inequities, that in truth it had been little more than a struggle between those who would be in charge.

You weren't punished for not doing what you were told. (...) They hurt you because they could, because there was no-one there who was capable of stopping them.

masters at corrupting words, their meanings. They call war peace, they call tyranny liberty. On which side of the shadow you stand decides a word's meaning. Words are the weapons used by those who see others with contempt.

Demons. And perhaps that was all the word 'demon' meant. Some creature torn from its own realm. Bound like a slave by a new master who cared nothing for its life, its well-being, who would simply use it like any other tool. Until made useless, whereupon it would be discarded.

Though he'd never seen her, just her name on the hot, dry wind was enough to give him the shakes. Mage killer, the scorpion in the Imperial pocket.

Well, we're fascistic and overmilitarized and being governed by reactionary undereducated proud-to-be-ignorant meatheads for one thing