Quotes About Crowd

I've said this before, and I'll say this again: NXT is like a rock concert, roller coaster ride.

It's such a rush doing a concert and seeing people actually mouthing the lyrics.

When I'm performing for 4,000, 5,000 people, it's a show. It's a rock n' roll concert.

I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.

Ideologists of all kinds find a strange sort of comfort in the madness of the crowd; it confirms them in their suspicion that history, far from being made by the great mass of individuals - as Marx averred - is rather unmade by a single massive individual, a collective Other, who stands in stark contrast to you and he.

I saw Dolly Parton play at the Glastonbury Festival to about 120,000 people. It was an ocean of human beings. I was a mile away from the stage, and I swear to God, I could feel her energy.

I like hip-hop, but I don't like concerts. There's, like, sweat on people's backs.

Nothing beats looking out to a sweaty, packed house full of fans.

When I was just coming up, I always wanted to be able to perform to a large crowd with a symphony.

Mais rien, personne, ne peut empêcher la multitude de se ruer vers sa fatalité.

That's why he's called Legion—in a way he's the embodiment of the crowd. It's the crowd that comes out of him and goes and throws itself off of the cliff. We're witnessing the birth of an individual capable of escaping the fatal destiny of collective violence.

Only two possible reactions to the mimetic contagion exist, and they make an enormous difference. Either we surrender and join the persecuting crowd, or we resist and stand alone. The first way is the unanimous self-deception we call mythology.

Even the two thieves crucified at either side of Jesus are no exception to universal contagion: they too imitate the crowd; like it they shout insults at Jesus.

Jesus warns his disciples they will all succumb more or less to the contagion that seizes the crowd, they will all participate to some extent in the Passion on the side of the persecutors.

Once the unanimity comes about, the crowd seizes on the victim who emerges from the process, and it refuses exchange for another victim. The time for substitutions is over, and the moment of violence has sounded. Pilate comprehends this.

Crowd was to be pleased. Crowd was to be worshipped and feared. Ultimately, Crowd was to be made sacrifice unto.

We can use the same model for pedestrians. The rules will be similar, in that movement will be dictated by the space available, but there is more freedom of movement because, unlike cars, which have defined lanes and tend not to push around and over one another, people in a crowd are less constrained. That is why you can have crushing stampedes emerge from pedestrian congestion while cars patiently wait in line.

That is the trouble...You are a crowd of bits of boys all in the thing for what you will get. Demands, you call them. Well, I am against demands of any kind. You cannot reason with demand, and where there is no reason, there is no sense. As for your support, whatever you call it, some long word, what is the use of it?

But severed from yourself in the press of a crowd, you head back instinctively to the most recent landmark, hoping the lost other will hit on the same idea.

The slow, careful checking continued through the morning. A crowd began to gather on the balcony. Szilard arrived, Wigner, Allison, Spedding whose metal eggs had flattened the pile. Twenty-five or thirty people accumulated on the balcony watching, most of them the young physicists who had done the work.

Over graduation weekend Jacy learned something about loneliness that she hadn't suspected before: that its most terrifying and virulent form could only be experienced in a crowd.

The the glow become brighter: a holographic golden sickle with a few sheaves of wheat, rotating just above Meg McCaffrey. A boy in the crowd gasped. 'She's a communist!' A girl who'd been sitting at Cabin Four's table gave him a disgusted sneer. 'No, Damien, that's my mom's symbol.

We heard the army before we saw it. The noise was like a cannon barrage combined with a football stadium crowd- like every Patriots fan in New England was charging us with bazookas.

We need our goats!" I yelled. I waded through the crowd until I reached our chariot. I grabbed Otis's face and pressed my forehead against his. "Testing," I whispered. "Is this goat on? Thor, can you hear me?" "You have beautiful eyes," Otis told me.