Quotes About Society

I'm sure we, the American people, are the butt of jokes by those in power.

The gift of loneliness is sometimes a radical vision of society or one's people that has not previously been taken into account.

All partisan movements add to the fullness of our understanding of society as a whole. They never detract or, in any case, one must not allow them to do so. Experience adds to experience.

Internalized ableism is so hard to overcome partially because those beliefs are so often reinforced in society. It's not just in our heads. It's in our daily lives and experiences...and then it gets in our heads.

Our entire culture's infrastructure encourages and rewards a static, unchanging nature. You choose one degree, one career, one house, one spouse... You earn prestige by appearing to have it all figured out. The American Dream isn't having it all, it's knowing it all.

I'd die if I was Madonna. I'd die. God, what a horrible way to live. And Michael Jackson! To be so famous and to feel so isolated. I feel so bad for them. I don't know how it feels, and I hope it never happens to me.

Dan begrijp je maar al te goed waarom je nergens een volwassene ziet rondspringen die zegt: 'Joepie, ik ben een loonslaaf! Wat heb ik toch een pret!' - David (Claire's vader)

Perfecte gastheren. Vehikels die je kunt gebruiken en waaraan je plezier kunt beleven, en dan weg kunt gooien. De weggooimaatschappij breidt zich uiteindelijk tot de mens zelf uit. Daar streeft Phobetor naar, een wereld waar de mens niet meer is dan een lege huls. Waar daemonen oppermachtig zijn en de volledige zeggenschap hebben over jullie aarde. - Leo

It's imprecise and insufficient, defining the homosexual as a person whose gender expression is at odds with his or her sex.

If it wasn't him, it was someone just like him, because the world is full of young men just like him—unremarkable in every regard, except for the ridiculous privilege with which they were born.

She sighs heavily. "Not surprising. It'd be everywhere if they were rich white girls." Goes back to her keyboard. "Anyway … I hope they catch his sorry ass." "Yeah. Me

Girls were meant to paint screens, sob out ballads, and play the pianoforte, not see through the masks of polite society. "It

How could I explain that it was not all playacting? That I felt more of the male spirit within me than the female - a fierceness that whittled me down to a sharpened spear of ambition. And as a boy, I was applauded, not punished, for such raw energy. It was not beaten out of me for my own good, or worn away by women's chores.

Virginia and Vanessa were often thought scruffy. Vanessa rapidly decided that untidiness and dirt were infinitely preferable to being 'a Town Lady'; the writer Rebecca West thought Virginia always looked as if she had been pulled through a hedge backwards.

Of course some people say it is her own fault that she's alone: that she is impossibly romantic, asks too much (or too little) of men, is unreasonably jealous, egotistical/a doormat; sexually insatiable/frigid; and so on—the usual things people say of any unmarried woman, as Vinnie well knows.

It is a curious thing that people only ask if you are enjoying yourself when you aren't.

It was impossible for Catus to understand that, in Celtic society, women had status and could rule. In Rome, women had the same legal standing as children.

Any notion of the serious life of leisure, as well as men's taste and capacity to live it, has disappeared. Leisure [has become] entertainment.

He argued that the spirit's bow was being unbent and risked being permanently unstrung.

It may well be that a society's greatest madness seems normal to itself.

American Nihilism is a mood; a mood of moodiness; a vague disquiet. It is Nihilism without the abyss.

The students [of the 60s] substituted conspicuous compassion for their parents conspicuous consumption.

Nothing noble, sublime, profound, delicate, tasteful or even decent can find a place in such tableaux [as Rock music]. There is room only for the intense, changing, crude and immediate, which Tocqueville warned us would be the character of democratic art.

According to Machiavelli, love of virtue is only an imagination, a kind of perversion of desire effected by societys (i.e., others) demands on us.