Quotes About Power

Hate is a powerful weapon. But it is powerless when it comes to cutting chains off the human heart.

Music cuts people free." A pause. "It silences the thing that's trying to kill us.

But words are like bullets. Once they exit the barrel, it's impossible to bring them back.

man's greatest need is forgiveness while his greatest desire is power. [Bones]

Su lazda ar akmeniu galima sulaužyti kaulus, bet jei nori k? nors ?skaudinti...labai smarkiai, rinkis žodžius.

If you're having trouble making a distinction between the voices in your head, let me put it this way: there are two sources of supernatural power on this earth. Jesus and satan. If what you're hearing does not come from Jesus, then by definition, it does come from satan.

The truth is a giant hand. It both cuts us free and holds us tight.

By your words you'll be acquitted, and by your words you'll be condemned.

When light walks into a room, the darkness rolls back like a scroll." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "It has to. Darkness can't stand light. And it has no counter for it.

Out of the mouth of babes you have perfected praise so that you might silence the enemy and the avenger.

or does, he still can." He tapped the lid of the jar. "If God can make a firefly's butt light up like a star, then anything is possible.

Their love did what her hatred could not. And never will.

forgiveness offered—especially when so undeserved—cuts chains off the human heart that no other power in any universe anywhere can rattle much less break.

Proving once again that writing is an amazing transaction, and that the most powerful thing ever is a word.

I stood knee-deep as the waves crashed into my legs. I'll never forget the power. It took my breath away. Unc did that too. And then he gave it back.

I am more afraid of an army of one hundred sheep led by a lion than an army of one hundred lions led by a sheep.

For monarchy to work, one man must be wise. For democracy to work, a majority of the people must be wise. Which is more likely?

Telling the Parkses your father was an African chieftan has the same sound to me as the white man telling me I'm a nigger.

Unfortunately, when choosing how to live or move, most of us are not as free as we think. Our options are strikingly limited, and they are defined by the planners, engineers, politicians, architects, marketers, and land speculators who imprint their own values on the urban landscape.

People here are trying to use angels like they once used their ancestral spirits. They are still trying to accumulate and direct mana like their ancestors did. There is almost no reference in this to Christ at all. Christianity is not about wielding power. It's not about personal charisma. It's not about mana. It is about meekness. Jesus gave up his power in order to die, weak and helpless, on the cross.

The rich run a global system that allows them to accumulate capital and pay the lowest possible price for labour. The freedom that results applies only to them. The many simply have to work harder, in conditions that grow ever more insecure, to enrich the few. Democratic politics, which purports to enrich the many, is actually in the pocket of those bankers, media barons and other moguls who run and own everything.

But the people who have recently come to dominance and those who will come to dominance in the new century are increasingly aware—or can be made aware—that freedom still works in their own lives and that they effectively exempt themselves from most of the laws that take freedom away from other people.

They are also increasingly isolated. The new isolation involves spatial, economic, educational, cultural, and, to some degree, political isolation. This growing isolation has been accompanied by growing ignorance about the country over which they have so much power.

The power which a multiple millionaire, who may be my neighbour and perhaps my employer, has over me is very much less than that which the smallest functionaire possesses who wields the coercive power of the state, and on whose discretion it depends whether and how I am to be allowed to live or to work. —FRIEDRICH VON HAYEK, The Road to Serfdom