Quotes About Society

Why can't they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble?

Some of the 'New Women' writers will some day start an idea that men and women should be allowed to see each other asleep before proposing or accepting. But I suppose the 'New Woman' won't condescend in future to accept. She will do the proposing herself. And a nice job she will make of it too!

Some of the 'New Women' writers will some day start an idea that men and women should be allowed to see each other asleep before proposing or accepting. But I suppose the New Woman won't condescend in future to accept; she will do the proposing herself. And a nice job she will make of it, too!

I shall put a bold face on, and if I do feel weepy, he shall never see it. I suppose it is one of the lessons that we poor women have to learn....

Does that city create its citizens, or is the city only a dream of its citizens.

It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that to-night, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?

The society killed Kendra. ... Don't mention it to Verl. He might dive into a chasm.

Sometimes good people grow weary of society.

The psychopaths are always around. In calm times we study them, but in times of upheaval, they rule over us." —Ernst Kretschmer

I keep feeling that people are becoming less human and more animalistic. They seem to think less and feel less so that everyone is operating on a very primitive level. I wonder what you and I will see in our lifetimes. It seems so hopeless yet we must keep on trying ... I guess we can't escape being a product of the times, can we?

People are afraid to merge.

I'm resourceful, Price is saying. I'm creative, I'm young, unscrupulous, highly motivate, highly skilled. In essence what I'm saying is that society can not afford to lose me. I'm an asset

general competence is on the fucking decline.

Bret Easton Ellis

On my way over to Park Avenue to find a cab I pass an ugly, homeless bum-- a member of the genetic underclass-- and when he softly pleads for change, for anything, I noticed the Barnes & Noble book bag that sits next to him on the steps of the church he's begging on and I can't help but smirk, out loud, Oh right, like YOU read...

Patrick," she says slowly. "If you're so uptight about work, why don't you just quit? You don't have to work." "Because," I say, staring directly at her, "I … want … to … fit … in.

I'm having a sort of hard time paying attention because my automated teller has started speaking to me, sometimes actually leaving weird messages on the screen, in green lettering, like "Cause a Terrible Scene at Sotheby's" or "Kill the President" or "Feed Me a Stray Cat," and I was freaked out by the park bench that followed me for six blocks last Monday evening and it too spoke to me. Disintegration—I'm taking it in stride.

Everything has been degraded by what the sensory overload and the supposed freedom-of-choice technology has brought to us, and, in short, by the democratization of the arts.

It's a world where getting stoned is the only option.

She's simply another girl who has gotten by on her looks—her currency in this world—and it will not be fun to watch her grow old.

Tengo hambre –repite. –Oiga. ¿Cree usted que está bien pedirle dinero a la gente que trabaja? ¿A quien tiene trabajo? Se le contrae la cara y dice entrecortadamente, con una voz ronca: –¿Qué puedo hacer?

Whenever I hear an objection to the male gaze—hoping that it will . . . what? Go away, get rerouted, become contained—I automatically think, Are people really this deluded and deranged or haven't they had a date in the last ten years?

The reality is that men look at women, and men look at other men, and women look at men, and women especially size up other women and objectify them. Has anybody who's ever been on a dating app recently not seen how our Darwinian impulses are gratified by a swipe or two? This, in order for our species to survive, is the way of the world and it's never going to be modified or erased.

Artists—or, in the local parlance, creatives—should no longer push any envelope, go to the dark side, explore taboos, make inappropriate jokes or offer contrarian opinions. We could, but not if we wanted to feed our families.