Quotes About Power

The big thieves hang the little ones.

How to resist nothingness? What power Preserves what once was, if memory does not last? For I remember little. I remember so very little.

Human reason is beautiful and invincible.No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.

What is poetry which does not save nations or people?

For to exist on the earth is beyond any power to name.

We and the flowers throw shadows on the earth. What has no shadow has no strength to live

All the crushing might of an armed state is hurled against any man who refuses to accept the New Faith. At the same time, Stalinism attacks him from within, saying his opposition is caused by his "class consciousness", just as psychoanalysts accuse their foes of wanting to preserve their complexes.

If the world is divided between Fascism and Communism, obviously Fascism must lose since it is the last, desperate refuge of the bourgeoisie

The woman's essence has always been the most powerful force, much like nature has always been Satan's church

Vaterland nennt sich der Staat immer dann, wenn er sich anschickt, auf Menschenmord auszugehen. / A state always calls itself fatherland when it is about to commit murder.

I'm saying it's totally oblivious to how people feel. Take the ocean, for instance. You can love it, but it doesn't love you back. It will suck you under and steal your breath and beauty can make you cry, or that the sound of the tide coming in at night is the best lullaby you ever heard.

I sense a learning: that much dumber people than you end up in charge.

She smiled and said she enjoyed making wills; she said, 'It amuses me to change things about'. As I told you before, it gave her a feeling of power. She could make one person happy and another person miserable with a stroke of her pen.

The cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great nerve center from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

For he seemed to me again like a king,Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,Now due to be crowned again.

Men! The only animal in the world to fear.

If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would survive for a fortnight.

Reality is shaped by the forces that destroy it.

She gets that fabulous edge that girls get to their voices, the edge that spells oncoming Tantrum From the Bowels of Hell, that says, 'I'll scratch the heavens down around you and suck the fucken air from your lungs and spit you to fucken hell and you know it.

We're going about it the wrong way … Passing laws and trying to make people happy and good … there's only one way in which it can be done and that's from inside outwards; starting with the individual and spreading outwards to others. Some people have power in them and could do a lot, others could just do a little, but everybody could do something … even if they just made one house a happy place.

Our nation is being kept in a state of fear. It is drilled into uniformity. If this goes on much longer it will destroy Germany's soul. A man needs a little piece of personal life . . . some happiness and security .. . without this he becomes an animal, a beast of burden, driven here and there at his masters whim . . . and the masters, Franz!" added Herr Octzen, "The masters, what are they? Small men scrambling for power and preferment and caring little who is trampled underfoot.

As she turned from him and looked at Trivona, she was assailed by a vague feeling of discomfort, for there was something very pathetic in the sleeping Trivvie. By day she was a rebel, full of the lust of life, battling for power, and yet more power, for freedom and yet more freedom; but, asleep, she was innocent, helpless, vulnerable. Barbara felt it was wrong to see Trivvie thus; it was like a treachery. Trivvie would hate to be seen without her armor on.

It is difficult to exaggerate the power that such a woman can obtain over such a man. Peter was by no means a weak character, but he was too gentle, too knightly, too chivalrous, to have the slightest chance against her wiles.

Erica says she has told everybody to come; she doesn't think they'll dare not to. I feel sure she is right for her guests stand in such awe of her that they accede to her requests meekly. They are frightened of her—and no wonder; they don't know how to take her; they are never sure whether her rudeness is meant to be amusing or not.