Quotes About Crowing

Patriotism is a lively sense of collective responsibility. Nationalism is a silly cock crowing on its own dunghill and calling for larger spurs and brighter beaks.

Nationalism is a silly cock crowing on his own dunghill.

I slammed the book shut and and crowed, 'And that is why you don't kick the librarian off the investigation!

The art is only the glue. It's not always just glue, obviously. Sometimes it's capital-A art. But for the most part, the work, from the perspective of the art world, exists to provide an occasion for buying and selling, for socializing, for crowing, for telegraphing taste, for cleaning up dirty money.

Or do Mafeking Night and the rest stand in the place of the secret and personal–in the place of what cannot be told and must perish with us–moments when for no reason that we can understand–a warm evening, the scent of leaves, a cock crowing far away–all the air becomes distended with grief. A moment such as this.

All birds are incipient or would-be songsters in the spring. I find corroborative evidence of this even in the crowing of the cock.

It won't be disagreeable," he said. "It can be made quite enjoyable." "Oh, it had better be," she said tartly. "I've heard plenty over the years on your amatory prowess. If I'm not on the roof crowing, I will consider myself disappointed.

Nationalism is a silly cock crowing on his own dunghill.

this day is not real. the crowing of the far-away carillons ring out direction less. even you are un real roasting under a man hattan sky while passersby flap their indecent tongues. even i am un real but i am black and thought to be without meaning. - on seeing Pacifist burn

What the Danes left in Ireland were hens and weasels. And when the cock crows in the morning, the country people will always say 'It is for Denmark they are crowing. Crowing they are to be back in Denmark.'

Los perros ladran en la distancia y los gallos anunciaban la llegada del nuevo día.

Then, early, early, early in the morning-just as in countless Disney films-I heard a rooster crow. But guess what? They don't do it just once.

The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.

The men's gazes are heavy on us. Heavy and pointed, three dull sabers to our chests. They would be high-fiving if it were them. Crowing and banging tabletops. We don't move or even smile.