Quotes About Crisis

today's flood of addiction is occurring because our hyperindividualistic, frantic, crisis-ridden society makes most people feel social[ly] or culturally isolated. Chronic isolation causes people to look for relief.

In this decisive hour of our national history, union means life and division means death.

It (suicide) became a possibility like Maybe when I grow up, I will be dead. Life was a cake that looked good on the bakery shelf but turned to sawdust and salt when I ate it.

The enemy is at the gate. It is a question of life and death.

If only life were one long crisis, everyone would be perfect.

The American empire is hovering between life and death.

The whole life of an American is passed like a game of chance, a revolutionary crisis, or a battle.

I totally relate to Tom Cruise. He's not crazy, it's just the litany of the mid-life crisis.

Life always waits for some crisis to occur before revealing itself at its most brilliant.

There is a crisis in American leadership in the middle of the twentieth century that is partly due, I think, to the declining authority of an establishment which is now based on an increasingly castelike White-Anglo Saxon-Protestant (WASP) upper class.

Things are messed up in the world, that's all.

Actual life is full of false clues and sign-posts that lead nowhere. With infinite effort we nerve ourselves for a crisis that never comes. The most successful career must show a waste of strength that might have removed mountains, and the most unsuccessful is not that of the man who is taken unprepared, but of him who has prepared and is never taken.

No, mother; no. She was really keen on Italy. This travel is quite a crisis for her." He found the situation full of whimsical romance: there was something half attractive, half repellent in the thought of this vulgar woman journeying to places he loved and revered. Why should she not be transfigured? The same had happened to the Goths.

Gray clouds were charging across tissues of white, which stretched and shredded and tore slowly, until through their final layers there gleamed a hint of the disappearing blue. Summer was retreating. The wind roared, the trees groaned, yet the noise seemed insufficient for those vast operations in heaven. The weather was breaking up, breaking, broken, and it is a sense of the fit rather than of the supernatural that equips such crises with the salvos of angelic artillery.

Margaret realized the chaotic nature of our daily life, and its difference from the orderly sequence that has been fabricated by historians. Actual life is full of false clues and sign-posts that lead to nowhere. With infinite effort we nerve ourselves for a crisis that never comes. The most successful career must show a waste of strength that might have moved mountains, and the most unsuccessful is not that of a man who is taken unprepared, but of him who has prepared and is never taken.

If her aunt could not see why she must go down, she was not going to tell her. She was not going to say, "I love my dear sister; I must be near her at this crisis of her life." The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle. If she herself should ever fall in love with a man, she, like Helen, would proclaim it from the housetops, but as she loved only a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy.

No less fascinating is the devout belief that the Mormon Church will rescue the United States from destruction by taking over the reins of government during a coming great crisis and that only then can Jesus Christ return to this earth-accompanied, of course, by Joseph Smith.

This sincerity covers, and pardons all, [and] is the very substance of the American panic.

That's what the army did, it created crises before any existed; it created a military emergency out of the void, the way God created the heavens and the earth.

As if toughening himself for the crisis to come, Roosevelt intensified his latest exercise routine, "singlesticks." Every evening in the residence, he and Leonard Wood donned padded helmets and chest protectors and beat each other like carpets. "We look like Tweedledum and Tweedle dee," the President joked.

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When the biggest, richest, glassiest buildings in town are the banks, you know that town's in trouble.

an emerging racial imagery crisis for Europeans. The Europeans could not enslave a race that they also felt was one of the primary sources of the rise of their own civilization. A psychological shift occurred. Soon Blacks were psychologically erased from Egyptian history as anything other than slaves. Blacks were "scientifically" lowered to the level of simpleton, sensuous, inferior, brutish, bodily, and so on and so forth, and therefore "naturally" suited to slavery.

It became necessary to destroy the town to save it.