Quotes About Crisis

Church leaders don't know how to deal with this chronic crisis; as with the out-of-touch Orthodox hierarchy and clergy of the late imperial period, many don't seem to realize what's happening, much less how to address the decay.

Nuestra situación es alarmante, es verdad, pero no nos podemos permitir el lujo de tirarnos de los pelos. Esta crisis esconde una bendición, solo tenemos que abrir bien los ojos. En el Antiguo Testamento, Dios se valía del castigo para pedir a su pueblo que volviera a Él, así que no es de extrañar que esté dando un toque de atención similar a una Iglesia y un pueblo cargados de egoísmo, hedonismo y materialismo que le han dado la espalda.

el mundo occidental vive como si Dios no existiera», dice. «Creo que es verdad. La fragmentación, el miedo, la desorientación y el ir dando tumbos caracterizan a buena parte de nuestra sociedad».

The situation facing Byzantium in the mid-1090s was not so much desperate as catastrophic.

Hay una situación de emergencia, una amenaza que podría ser devastadora para el sistema democrático.

For Albuquerque, everything was at stake. All the principal figures of the Indian administration were besieged in the Mandovi in the rain, with the shots of the enemy crashing in; the men and their captains cursed him for the lack of food, for his obstinacy, his obsessiveness, his vanity. All he had was his belief in a certain strategic vision, encouraging words, and the severities of discipline. It was perhaps his supreme moment of crisis.

The way you continue to be a successful business is you don't wait for the car to go off the cliff. You have to manage yourself. And make sure you do it in the right way so you are not making decisions in crisis.

The Chinese character for "crisis," he pointed out to me, combines the characters for "danger" and "opportunity.

Do not judge others by their dramatic moments—how they may panic or become nasty or wild in a crisis—in contrast to their much different normal behavior.

I'm absolutely alone in this strange city, and I have a bad foot. I don't dare even move for fear of precipitating yet another crisis. I breathe softly, and think carefully. No sudden ideas, the shock could be fatal. It's a poor kind of protagonist really who just lies around on his bed.

A sick toss'd vessel, dashing on each thing . . . My God, I mean myself.

Climate change was a point of division between Obama and Republican rival Mitt Romney. The president declared climate change a global threat, acknowledged that the actions of humanity were deepening the crisis, and pledged to do something about it if elected.

Washington's answer to a self-inflicted financial crisis reminded Americans why they so deeply distrust the political class. The 'fiscal cliff' process was secretive and sloppy, and the nation's so-called leadership lacked the political courage to address our root problems: joblessness and debt.

The population explosion is the primary force behind the remaining six groups of critical global events [diminishing land resources, diminishing water resources, the destruction of the atmosphere, the approaching energy crisis, social decline, and conflicts/increasing killing power].

For the same reason a disease cannot be cured by more of the germ that caused it, the inflation and debt accumulation of the Obama years will not inflate our way out of it.

But now—why, we have got into a mess, a quagmire from which each fresh step renders the difficulty of extrication immensely greater.

The problems afflicting a nation are always in equal measure spiritual crises.

We're losing an entire generation. They're just gone. It's one of the worst things to happen to the church.

If your only tool is a hammer, everything looks like a nail." The old adage applies here as well. If your only functioning government institution is the military, everything looks like a war—and when everything looks like war, everything looks like a military mission.

Here's the truth, simply stated...bookstores are suffering from a serious crisis of falling sales. Don't believe a single zero of all those editions claimed to be 100,000! 40,000!...even 400 copies! just for the suckers! Alack!...Alas!...only love and romance...and even then!...manage to keep selling...and a few murder mysteries...

We're keeping them alive, she said. Sweetheart, the fence, the wall, is inhumane. People are dying. That's their choice,he actually said. They come here illegally, that's the chance they take. When did you get so hard? she asked, holding his face between her hands. They're human beings like us, looking for a better life for their families. You understand that, don't you? You did it for us. It's a humanitarian crises, she said. And you're part of the problem. That's why you can't sleep at night.

And now everyone's afraid of everyone else. A child with diarrhea is abandoned. A grandmother who vomits is left to die. The People are losing touch with their old ways. Fear is driving them from the traditions that have made them strong.

Alas. What have we done to our good, bawdy, Anglo-Saxon four-letter words? ...We have blunted them so with overuse that they no longer have any real meaning for us. ...When will we be able to redeem our shock words? They have been turned to marshmallows. ...We no longer have anything to cry in time of crisis. 'Help!' we bleat. And no one hears us. 'Help' is another of those four-letter words that don't mean anything any more.

I'm convinced the same thing is true in all other kinds of crisis, too. We react to our conditioning built up of every single decision we've made all our lives; who we have used as our mirrors; as our points of reference. If our slow and reasoned decisions are generally wise, those which have to be made quickly are apt to be wise, too. If our reasoned decisions are foolish, so will be those of the sudden situation.