Quotes About Utopia

Books educate people and educated people ask awkward questions of those who govern them. The educated, in short, are considered ungovernable. Better to keep people ignorant of the past and to concentrate their minds on the utopia that lies ahead.

None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.

Jazz is the false liquidation of art — instead of utopia becoming reality it disappears from the picture.

The utopia of knowledge would be to open up the non-conceptual with concepts, without making it their equal.

Il mondo nuovo è un unico campo di concentramento che si crede un paradiso, non essendoci nulla da contrapporgli.

The end of the family paralyses the forces of opposition. The rising collectivist order is a mockery of a classless one: together with the bourgeois it liquidates the Utopia that once drew sustenance from motherly love.

All reification is a forgetting'—making available what has passed at once makes it irretrievable. Therein lies the desperate utopia of all musical reproduction: to retrieve the irretrievable through availability. All music-making is a recherche du temps perdu.

Don't piss on my Utopia.

And in time it will be as though men had never come to this perfect corner of the world—never called it paradise on earth, never despoiled it with their dream factories; and in the golden hush of the afternoon all that will be heard will be the flittering of dragonflies, and the murmur of hummingbirds as they pass from bower to bower, looking for a place to sup sweetness.

And a beautiful garden, not far from a beautiful lake, and I said it sounded perfectly perfect.

The problem I have with socialist utopias is there's some kind of committees trying to soften outcomes for people. I think that imposes models of outcomes for other people's lives. So in a spiritual sense there's some bit of libertarian in me. But the critical thing for me is moderation. And if you let that go far you do end up with a winner-take-all society that ultimately crushes everybody even worse.

The Internet is the hope of an integrated world without frontiers, a common world without controlling owners, a world of opportunities and equality. This is a utopia that we have been dreaming about and is a world in which each and every one of us are protagonists of a destiny that we have in our hands.

And above all, I will argue the necessity for preserving, against all shame, a demanding question of revolution itself, a question about utopia that keeps pushing its way through a field of failed aspirations, like a student at the back of the room who gets suddenly, violently, tired of being invisible.

Tanzimattan bu yana Türk ayd?n?n?n al?nyaz?s? iki kelimede dü?ümleniyordu: aldanmak ve aldatmak. Senaryoyu ba?kalar? haz?rlam??t?, biz sadece birer oyuncuyduk. Nesiller bir ütopyan?n kurban? olmu?lard?… Avrupa'y? tan?mak gaflet; Avrupa'y? tan?yan ülkeisnden kopuyor. Bu lanet çemberinden nas?l kurtulaca??z? (Ma?aradakiler, s,323)

The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.

Everyone knows that a place exists which is not economically or politically indebted to all the vileness and compromise. That is not obliged to reproduce the system. That is writing. If there is a somewhere else that can escape the infernal repetition, it lies in that direction, where it writes itself, where it dreams, where it invents new worlds.

Cycle tracks will abound in Utopia.

Democracy is only a dream: it should be put in the same category as Arcadia, Santa Claus, and Heaven.

Communism, like any other revealed religion, is largely made up of prophecies.

Let's just say that if these scientist had been using their brilliance for good instead of evil, cars would run off water vapor and leave fresh compost behind them; no one would be hungry; no one would be ill; all buildings would be earthquake-, bomb-, and flood-proof; and the world's entire economy would have collapsed and been replaced by one based on the value of chocolate.

Imagine a society in which there were neither rich nor poor. What evils, afflictions, sorrows, disorders, catastrophes, disasters, tribulations, misfortunes, agonies, calamities, despair, desolation and ruin would be unknown to man!

There may well be a few extremists out there somewhere calling for a militant, women-only utopia, but why should this be the definition of 'feminist' when it's already the definition of 'silly'?

Imagine a world, if you will, where crime does not exist. A startling proposition that seems outlandish, but our imaginations, of course, need not be bounded by the rules and restrictions imposed by realism. It would be a world, one might suppose, where equality reigned, where the thought of violence was so alien that it need not be practiced.

Some speculative minds have faith that we are en route to a utopia where people are not mainly absorbed in a job that is killing them or despondent because they do not have a killing job.