Quotes About Uproar

The life of the sport is to participate for the fans, to hear the uproar, to hear the cheers.

I stopped and gazed on the little dull man who was being paid to be a teacher of teachers. I turned and walked to the door, slammed it closed with a bang, and broken glass crashed to the floor. There was uproar behind me in the class, which did not interest me at all.

Before it stopped running with a muffled rattle, a cry, a very loud cry, as of infinite desolation, soared slowly in the opaque air. It ceased. A complaining clamour, modulated in savage discords, filled our ears. The sheer unexpectedness of it made my hair stir under my cap. I don't know how it struck the others: to me it seemed as though the mist itself had screamed, so suddenly, and apparently from all sides at once, did this tumultuous and mournful uproar arise.

Well, you know, that was the worst of it - this suspicion of not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity - like yours - the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar.

Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not even a bad photograph. Truth wants to be startled abruptly, at one stroke, from her self-immersion, whether by uproar, music or cries for help.

commotion and flurry.

From time to time complaints are made about the ringing of church bells. It seems strange that a generation which tolerates the uproar of the internal combustion engine and the wailing of the jazz band should be so sensitive to the one loud noise that is made to the glory of God. -Dorothy L. Sayers

From time to time complaints are made about the ringing of church bells. It seems strange that a generation which tolerates the uproar of the internal combustion engine and the wailing of the jazz band should be so sensitive to the one loud noise that is made to the glory of God. England, alone in the world, has perfected the art of change-ringing and the true ringing of bells by rope and wheel and will not lightly surrender her unique heritage.

At this there was a great uproar. Mr Churchill asked that the woman should come to the platform, and this she proceeded to do. The audience hissed her vigorously, and the complacent smile with which she regarded them in return appeared to cause still more irritation. The Chairman made her sit down on a vacant chair and Mr Churchill appealed again for order. 'Will everybody', he said, 'be quiet. Let us hear what she has to say.

Take heed of the wrath of a mighty man, and the tumult of the people.

In the silence of the Cross, the uproar of weapons ceases and the language of reconciliation, forgiveness, dialogue and peace is spoken.

It's the noisiest thing I've ever experienced.

how it is; your violent complainers

You can't beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to.

You can't beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to.

You would have thought that I had left 11 corpses on the steps of a funeral home.

My books have all generated controversy.

I know how people are. We fixate on controversy and all that.

Noise: a stench in the ear.

Eve: All this riot and uproar, V... is this Anarchy? Is this the Land of Do-As-You-Please? V: No. This is only the land of take-what-you-want. Anarchy means without leaders, not without order. With anarchy comes an age or ordnung, of true order, which is to say voluntary order... this age of ordung will begin when the mad and incoherent cycle of verwirrung that these bulletins reveal has run its course... This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.

But the uproar this caused was nothing compared with the uproar when Katronia noticed [Rosie] had also cut her eyelashes. Various negotiations (including, finally, such desperate measures as supposing you ever want to eat again) eventually produced the grudging promise that, in return for Katronia keeping her hair cut short, she would leave her eyelashes alone.

The uproar didn't weaken Rockefeller's resolve, yet for all his bravado the boycott exacted a grave toll on his operations.

Human nature. The driver had pulled in during what had obviously been an uproar. Yet he had gone right ahead and popped the trunk. Because he was eager. He couldn't wait. He wanted the praise and the plaudits.

There were no explosions. But the brutal calamitous physical noise was maybe worse.