Quotes About Crisis

Dante once said that the hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in a period of moral crisis maintain their neutrality.

De hilfman fronste zijn voorhoofd. Hij vroeg zich af hoe hij een dreiging om het Iberische volk uit te hongeren, hun handel te vernietigen en hun leider aan de bedelstaf te brengen in diplomatieke bewoordingen kon omschrijven.

The ability to get to the verge without getting into the war is the necessary art. If you try to run away from it, if you are scared to go to the brink, you are lost.

The environmental crisis is an outward manifestation of a crisis of mind and spirit. There could be no greater misconception of its meaning than to believe it to be concerned only with endangered wildlife, human-made ugliness, and pollution. These are part of it, but, more importantly, the crisis is concerned with the kind of creatures we are and what we must become in order to survive. —Lynton K. Caldwell

In military families, the trained protector was forever protecting someone else. On the home front, crisis control rested squarely on the shoulders of the spouses, everything from broken bones to broken hearts, leaking water heaters to car repair.

The fat is in the fire.

It was a little thing, but on top of the other little things, it broke something in me.

Lewis no contestó. En lugar de eso, se dirigió el revólver a la sien, sonrió como un demente y apretó el gatillo.

how quickly we forget the repellant aspects of personality in moments of crisis, which permit the illusion of unity against more dangerous foes.

From Grenada we soared across the bottom of the Caribbean, staying well offshore of the now-dangerous coast of Venezuela, a once-proud country spiraling into anarchy as its experiment with a populist strongman collapses, standing as a stark warning to other countries.

In every war zone that I've been in, there has been a reality and then there has been the public perception of why the war was being fought. In every crisis, the issues have been far more complex than the public has been allowed to know.

So Donald Trump and Sarah Palin are both drowning in the pool right in front of you, and you know there's only going to be a minute or two before one or both of them goes under. Here's the question: What kind of sandwich do you make?

The fear, not the disease, threatened to break the society apart.

One in seven Americans lives without health insurance, and that's a truly staggering figure.

Shamanic abilities are generally brought on by a personal crisis

A 'sound' banker, alas, is not one who sees danger and avoids it, but one who, when he is ruined, is ruined in a conventional and orthodox way along with his fellows, so that no one can really blame him.

On average, twelve hundred Congolese had been killed every day since 1998. Five point four million. And it wasn't nearly over yet.

The attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon shook our nation to the core. Americans were deeply frightened, sad, and angry, and they rallied around a President who, at the time, showed impressive certitude and calm.

It's always that way with periods of crisis: people you expect and want to be there for you are incapable and/or unwilling, and others you never imagined would be there for you show up with exactly what you need, exactly how you need it. And there is almost no way, alas, no way at all, to predict which people will be which.

It's always that way with periods of crisis: people you expect and want to be there for you are incapable and/or unwilling, and others you never imagined would be there for you show up with exactly what you need, exactly how you need it. And there is almost no way, alas, no way at all, to predict which people will be which. Got

Poor France, poor France! News of the dreadful massacre at Paris just reaches us, and the letters and newspapers not arriving to-day, everybody fears a continuation of the crisis. How is it to end? Who 'despairs of the republic?' Why, I do! I fear, I fear, that it cannot stand in France, and you seem to have not much more hope.

The end of the world was supposed to be gradual. There was supposed to be warning. A long, slow slide. What we got was punctuated equilibrium: a stately wobbling, then a sudden tipping point. There was plenty of warning, I suppose. We just weren't paying attention.

They were cordial enough in that way that people can be who have nothing in common and little to talk about. Muire was satisfied with the lack of depth in that relationship, even as Thorvaldsdottir's political activism lead her to celebrity and a series of public confronations and condemnations over the Eiledian Thing's handling of the current crisis.

I often gave way to self-pity. "Do I deserve this? I suppose I must. I wouldn't be here otherwise. Was there a moment when I actually chose this? I don't remember, but there could have been." What's wrong about self-pity, anyway? With my legs dangling down familiarly over a crater's edge, I told myself "Pity should begin at home." So the more pity I felt, the more I felt at home.