Quotes About Crisis

I am gripped by an irresistible urge to kill myself, but I know it's the devil tempting me.

Con la crisis del concepto de comunidad surge un individualismo desenfrenado, en el que nadie es ya compañero de camino de nadie, sino antagonista del que hay que guardarse.

Spirito.D'altro canto, quando Lukács sostiene che l'irrazionalismo filosofico degli ultimi due secoli è un'invenzione della borghesia che cerca di reagire alla crisi cui si trova di fronte legittimando filosoficamente la propria volontà di potenza e la propria pratica imperialistica, sta semplicemente traducendo la sindrome gnostica in linguaggio marxista. C'è

There are times when I think of switching to narcotics. There, at least you can rely on a heroin pusher to push heroin.

se trata de un consumismo que no tiende a la posesión de objetos de deseo con los que contentarse, sino que inmediatamente los vuelve obsoletos, y el individuo pasa de un consumo a otro en una especie de bulimia sin objetivo (el nuevo teléfono móvil nos ofrece poquísimas prestaciones nuevas respecto al viejo, pero el viejo tiene que ir al desguace para participar en esta orgía del deseo). Crisis

If you wanted to understand a politician you mustn't pay too much attention to his speeches, but find out who were his paymasters. A politician couldn't rise in public life, in France any more than in America, unless he had the backing of big money, and it was in times of crisis like this that he paid his debts. X

As a matter of fact there wasn't much to choose between Nazi and British radios in this crisis, so far as moral character was concerned; it was all "propaganda," serving the purposes of governments which didn't want their publics to realize what they were up to.

the dark shadow of conflict was looming over the world again; but no use to say it, for people didn't want to believe it and they knew how to believe what they chose.

If you wanted to understand a politician you mustn't pay too much attention to his speeches, but find out who were his paymasters. A politician couldn't rise in public life, in France any more than in America, unless he had the backing of big money, and it was in times of crisis like this that he paid his debts.

What chance does the democratic tradition stand when its enemies control ninety per cent of the press and the radio and the money—plus all of the weapons? I tell you, the fellows who run the National Association of Manufacturers could take over the government of this country in twenty-four hours if ever they get mad enough to try it. And believe me, they're going to get madder every hour in the economic crisis that will come after this war.

Crises expose realities and strip away obfuscation and misdirection.

All this ferment was public, we might almost say tranquil. The imminent insurrection gathered its storm calmly in the face of the government. No singularity was lacking in this crisis, still subterranean, but already perceptible. The middle class talked quietly with workingmen about the preparations. They would say, How is the uprising coming along? in the same tone in which they would have said, How's your wife?

In our nineteenth century the religious idea is undergoing a crisis. Certain things have been unlearnt, and this is good, provided other things are learnt. There must be no void in the human heart.

In this nineteenth century, the religious idea is undergoing a crisis. People are unlearning certain things, and they do well, provided that, while unlearning them they learn this: There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions.

In this nineteenth century, the religious idea is undergoing a crisis. People are unlearning certain things, and they do well, provided that, while unlearning them they learn this: There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain

Here I must add that, in each social crisis, of all scaffolds, the political one is the most abominable, the most fatal, the most mischievous, the most necessary to extirpate. In revolutionary times, beware of the first head that falls. It excites the sanguinary appetite of the mob.

Era um desses homens que dominam o espanto produzido pelos lances desesperados. Não obstante o ingente perigo da crise, não obstante o medonho aspecto da catástrofe, os gestos daquele homem em nada semelhavam a agonia do afogado que debaixo da água abre desmesuradamente os olhos num esgar convulso e horroroso.

felt to her as if her family stood poised on the edge of a great precipice that could collapse at any second, crumble away like the houses that crashed down Seattle's unstable, waterlogged hillsides.

Of course. But how can I let her believe it's all right to do nothing in times such as these?

Three years ago, I began writing this novel about hard times in America: the worst environmental disaster in our history; the collapse of the economy; the effect of massive unemployment. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that the Great Depression would become so relevant in our modern lives, that I would see so many people out of work, in need, frightened for the future.

Hello?" 'It's me. I'm having a crisis.' "I'll be there in twenty minutes.

We don't need to learn about what old rich men did more than one hundred years ago. The world is falling apart now.

This is hardly a time for gentler pursuits.

I don't understand. This is America. How can this be happening to us?