Quotes About Crisis

To want to kill yourself, however, requires a whole extra level of passion and a certain directed violence.

There are fine but important distinctions between wanting to be dead, wanting to die, and wanting to kill yourself.

One time we couldn't even get out the front door, there was so much being thrown, so everybody retreated, including the person who was going to drive the van. I remember the driver crying; it had never happened to him before. The lady who was with him just kept saying, "Oh, this is normal, this is normal." And he kept saying, "These poor girls, these poor girls.

Bad things happen when you least expect them

they cried out desperately for help, for pity, for water, for air, for a scrap of humanity.

Most of them don't even mind being surveilled anymore if they think it keeps them safe, and women's rights are always the first thing to go backward in a crisis.

I usually know what the crisis of the book is going to be, though I don't know how I'm going to get there. I try to make it bad enough that I don't know how I'm going to get out of it. And when I get there, I have to get out of it. I just get myself geared up, and I write every day and see what happens.

At home, she sulked with extravagance, and I learned early that silence was anything but peaceful. She was always upset about some slight, real or imagined, and more than capable of creating a full-blown crisis out of thin air.

home, she sulked with extravagance, and I learned early that silence was anything but peaceful. She was always upset about some slight, real or imagined, and more than capable of creating a full-blown crisis out of thin air.

Because we were having a family crisis. Your family had a crisis? Yes, Ethan. My family. Had a crisis. A crisis was had by my family.

The foundations of my life are crumbling and I'm about to be buried under the wreckage.

This placement of the authority to "stop violence" into the hands of the police produces a crisis of meaning. The police are often the source of violence, especially in the lives of women, people of color, trans women, sex workers, and the poor. And the police enforce the laws of the United States of America, which is one of the greatest sources of violence in the world.

What if my country is destroying itself? Could I leave? Should I? And if so, what time's the next train to Montreal? Well, maybe not Montreal.

I am willing without further exercise in pain to open my heart. And this needs no doctrine or theology of suffering. We love apocalypses too much, and crisis ethics and florid extremism with its thrilling language. Excuse me, no. I've had all the monstrosity I want.

As the wicked flee when none pursueth, so does the middle-class wrestle when none contendeth. They cried out for freedom, it came down on them in a flood. Nothing remains but a few floating timbers of psychotherapy.

Nietzche himself had a Christian view of history, seeing the present moment always as some crisis, some fall from classical greatness, some corruption or evil to be saved from.

Didn't Margaret know that he was nearly at the end of his rope? Of course. Her instinct told her that this was her opportunity, and she was giving him the works.

President Gamal Abdel Nasser was aware when he closed the Gulf of Aqaba and drove out the U.N. peacekeeping force that Israel had no choice but to fight. Nasser not only threatened the very existence of Israel but defied the governments of France, Great Britain, and the United States, which had pledged themselves to keep Aqaba open.

y lo interesante es que todas y cada una de ellas son un auténtico desastre.

Amid this din of complaint and trivial offense, how to know what really mattered, how to identify the true crisis when it came along?

It wasn't just the British foreign secretary whose time was taken up dealing with such things, but the foreign ministers—and in many cases, the prime ministers and presidents and kings—of all the powers, and often over struggles even less significant than that which entangled Curt Prüfer. Amid this din of complaint and trivial offense, how to know what really mattered, how to identify the true crisis when it came along?

One corporate executive faced this spiritual crisis and went on a pilgrimage to Calcutta, India, to seek the advice of Mother Teresa. She spoke sharply with him. She told him to go back home to Wisconsin and be a good CEO so that his company might prosper and keep many people gainfully employed. "Bloom where you're planted," she told him, so that in Milwaukee the Missionaries of Charity would never find "the poorest of the poor.

He squeezed her hand. Then I'll come get you, wherever you are when it happens. We'll be okay. But what about everybody else? He stared out across the river, nodding slowly. My guess is, everybody else is in big trouble.

Danger takes from a man all power of thought