Quotes About Society

Why? There are people out there. Nothing fucks things up faster than people.

People were a hazard to the damn human race.

It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people. —LOGAN PEARSALL SMITH

Money laundering's frowned upon." "A pity, as it comes out so crisp and clean.

Everyone likes everybody and Pettibone is the original nice guy." "Wife's a dink," Peabody offered. "The dink was still smart enough to hook a rich husband.

There are people out there. Nothing fucks things up faster than people.

She shrugged. "I could write a book of sayings that should actually be sayings if people didn't keep killing each other.

politics?" "A necessary evil that on rare occasions works without corruption, abuse, and waste.

For himself, then. For his idea of the world, a world in which men do not use shovels to beat corpses into a more convenient shape for processing.

How many people are there left who are neither locked up nor standing guard at the gate?

A risk to own anything : a car, a pair of shoes, a packet of cigarettes. Not enough to go around. Not enough shoes, cars, cigarettes. Too many people too few things. What there is must go into circulation, so that everyone can have a chance to be happy for a day.

Besonders rätselhaft ist die Frage, in welchem historischen Zeitalter wir leben: in einem puritanischen oder einem freizügigen. ....Einerseits haben Eltern nichts dagegen einzuwenden, wenn ihre sechzehnjährige Tochter einen Jungen zum Übernachten mit nach Hause bringt. Vielleicht bieten sie sogar den beiden am nächsten Morgen Frühstück an. Andererseits wird ein Erwachsener, der am Strand ein Foto von einem Kind im Badeanzug macht, ins Gefängnis gesteckt.

We cannot shrink in disgust from our neighbour's touch because his hands, that are clean now, were once dirty. We must cultivate, all of us, a certain ignorance, a certain blindness, or society will not be tolerable.

All creatures come into the world bringing with them the memory of justice. But we live in a world of laws, a world of the second-best. There is nothing we can do about that. We are fallen creatures. All we can do is to uphold the laws, all of us, without allowing the memory of justice to fade.

Qué le da derecho a sentir asco por los tópicos cuando el resto del mundo los acepta y vive de acuerdo con ellos?

The sorry plight of the upper class is something that is all too often ignored in the defence of the British monarchy.

They never held hands. Never kissed in front of anyone. And there were no covert hot glances, either. But then again, Blay was a gentleman. And Saxton the Classy Slut put on a good show. His cousin was a straight-up whore—

The sense that in his mother's view, he had let down his family just by being who he was… was a failure of acceptance that he was never going to get over. He just wanted to live, honestly and out front, with no apology. Like everyone else. To love who he loved, be who he was… but society had a different standard.

Bottom line? The fabric of the race's society is going to unravel, and if you think that's going to help in the war, you've got your head so far up your ass you're using your colon as a mouthpiece.

Blay found himself envying the couple a little. Not about the familial estrangement, for sure. But God ... to be able to be seen with your mate in public, show your love for them, have your relationship respected by everyone else? Heterosexual couples took that for granted because they never knew anything different. Their unions were sanctioned by the glymera, even if the pairs were not in love, or were cheating on each other or were otherwise a fraud. Two males? Hah.

Cristo, il fato ci sapeva fare quando doveva darti una lezione, anche se ti accorgevi sempre troppo tardi di averne bisogno: aveva passato decisamente troppo tempo ripiegato su se stesso, a rimuginare sul suo difetto fisico e sulla delusione che rappresentava per la sua famiglia e per la società. Per un sacco di tempo era stato un casino ambulante, un groviglio inestricabile, e Blay, che gli voleva bene, era stato risucchiato nel vortice.

Staring down at the churning crowd from his second-floor office, he watched them through the kind of one-way glass that psychologists used to monitor the interviews of insane people. And this made sense. The men and women below, stimulated and stimulating each other, were not on the normal bandwidth, and that was why they came to his establishment.

Yeah, his being your friendly neighborhood drug lord, pimp, and enforcer really fit in with the Norman Rockwell routine. Totally.

As he headed for the back, where the cloying stenches were concentrated, he wondered what the hell was going on. Lessers rarely lived in groups because they fought with one another—which was what happened when you recruited only homicidal maniacs. Hell, the men the Omega picked couldn't shut off their inner Michael Myers just because the Society felt like saving a little on rent overhead.