Quotes About Collective

First of all, I know it's all people like you. And that's what's so scary. Individually you don't know what you're doing collectively .

Individually you don't know what you're doing collectively.

Progressivism has traded a love of individual rights for paternalistic, insincere concern for the collective. It judges people based upon their skin color, gender, and sexuality, thus imagining them as competitors in an Oppression Olympics in which victimhood is virtue.

It was not, however, knowledge that was lacking, but the collective will-power to turn it to account.

collective ideologists (those professional intellectuals who revel in decimals and polysyllables).

Possibilities for women have become so open-ended that they threaten to destabilize the institutions on which a male-dominated culture has depended, and a collective panic reaction on the part of both sexes has forced a demand for counter images. The Beauty Myth

The power of collective memory does not lie in its accurate, systematic, or sophisticated mapping of the past, but in establishing basic images that articulate and reinforce a particular ideological stance.

Know why people run marathons? he told Dr. Bramble. Because running is rooted in our collective imagination, and our imagination is rooted in running. Language, art, science; space shuttles, Starry Night, intravascular surgery; they all had their roots in our ability to run. Running was the superpower that made us human—which means it's a superpower all humans possess.

Sabe por qué la gente corre maratones?», le dijo al doctor Bramble. Porque correr se encuentra arraigado en nuestra imaginación colectiva, y nuestra imaginación se halla arraigada en correr. El lenguaje, el arte, la ciencia; los transbordadores espaciales, La noche estrellada de Van Gogh, la cirugía intravascular; todo tiene su origen en nuestra capacidad para correr.

Do not say, "Personally, I am as worthless as a bolt, but if I stop being an isolated bolt and start gathering with my equally undistinguished and boltlike neighbors, we are, collectively, a big sack of bolts that can hit things harder." You

We must therefore be guided by what is common to all. The Logos is common to all, yet the multitude lives as if each had his own intelligence.

The true history of mankind will be, in the strict sense, the history of free individuals, so that the interest of the whole will be woven into the individual existence of each.

Any attempt to replace a personal conscience by a collective conscience does violence to the individual and is the first step toward totalitarianism.

To die is to go into the Collective Unconscious, to lose oneself in order to be transformed into form, pure form.

Memory is social: people remember collectively, they remember publicly, and they remember interactively.

I won't compare ants and people, but ants give us a useful model of how single members of a community can become so organized that they end up resembling, in effect, one big collective brain. Our own exploding population and communication technology are leading us that way.

But I don't trust a crowds - hundreds of people together without cognition and only the basest impulses: food, drink, sex. Fen claims that if you just let go of your brain, find another brain, the group brain, the collective brain, and that it is an exhilarating form of human connection that we have lost in our embrace of the individual except when we go to war. Which is exactly my point.

I don't trust a crowd—hundreds of people together without cognition and only the basest impulses: food, drink, sex. Fen claims that if you just let go of your brain you find another brain, the group brain, the collective brain, and that it is an exhilarating form of human connection that we have lost in our embrace of the individual except when we go to war. Which is my point exactly.

But they are also life giving. They impregnate flowers, and they give us our food supply. They work as a collective. Plus they are responsible for the line: "And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.

The way that identity has been commercialised through movies and TV, and now through social networking, means we're all sort of working to a script, a collective idea of what needs to happen next.

The father-daughter wound is not only an event happening in the lives of individual women. It is a condition of our culture as well.² Whenever there is a patriarchal authoritarian attitude which devalues the feminine by reducing it to a number of roles or qualities which come, not from woman's own experience, but from an abstract view of her—there one finds the collective father overpowering the daughter, not allowing her to grow creatively from her own essence.

Of course the bride outshined them all." "Naturally." Fitzwilliam nodded. "She does." Layton admitted. "She is glowing Darcy, much as you are." "Men do not glow." He said defensively. "We..." "Smoulder." Fitzwilliam suggested. The collective gaze turned to him. "I had a long recovery gentlemen, I read many novels." He saw the rolling eyes. "Ah but I know what the ladies expect now, do you?

my mother sees chaos biting at her doorstep, while the rest of us inhabit a fabricated playscape whose benevolence is a collective delusion.