Quotes About Injustice

the so-called Waidhofen Manifesto of the mid-1880s barring Jews from membership in student organizations and fraternities. He quotes these lines from that document, and they are explicit: "Everyone of a Jewish mother, every human being in whose veins flows Jewish blood, is from the day of his birth without honor and void of all the refined emotions.… He is ethically subhuman.

Rizal learned the right ideas at the wrong time, and for this he was shot.

Can you imagine the feeling of being an oppressed colonial being addressed respectfully by a colonizer in the mother country?

It is a cruel thing to do, to cage such a beautiful, passionate animal as if it was only a dumb beast, but humans do so all too often. They even cage themselves, though their bars are made of society, not of steel.

I fed on one of the true monsters—one of the many 'witch hunters' who interrogated and jailed the accused, seeking guilt where there was none. How humans can do such things to their fellows is beyond me. They torture, main and kill their own kind, saying it is God's will.

In a way the better the master;the worse the condition of slave,because it makes him forget what he is.

Democracy is a wonderful thing, Mr Burnham,' he said wistfully. 'It is a marvellous tamasha that keeps the common people busy so that men like ourselves can take care of all matters of importance. I hope one day India will also be able to enjoy these advantages—and China too, of course.

Well sir, if slavery is freedom then I'm glad I don't have to make a meal of it. Whips and chains are not much to my taste.

I suppose everyone finds the despotisms of other peoples hard to comprehend.

Glokta felt his hand bunching into a fist on the parapet. 'We must make the Gurkish pay for every stride of ground.' We must make them pay for my ruined leg. 'For every inch of dirt.' For my missing teeth. 'For every meagre shack, and crumbling hut, and worthless stretch of dust.' For my weeping eye, and my twisted back, and my repulsive shadow of a life. He licked at his empty gums. 'Make them pay.

It's an awful fine line between being raised above folk like a leader and being raised above ´em like a hanged man on display.

He's a bloody idiot who knows nothing about anything, but he was born with a cock, so he gets to decide for all of us.

Brand stared in sick disbelief. He'd been sure among all those lads someone would speak, for they were honest enough. Or Hunnan would tell his part in it, for he was a respected master-at-arms. The king or the queen would draw out the truth, for they were wise and righteous. The gods wouldn't allow such an injustice to pass. Someone would do something. Maybe, like him, they were all waiting for someone else to put things right.

The sad truth is that pretty people can slide through all kinds of scrapes that'd end very badly for the ugly.

if enough people got angry enough, they could change things. Now anger was the answer to everything.

But that's what war is. A lot of folk getting killed that don't deserve it.

The Republican majority will stop at nothing to prevent access to the legal system for those who are hurt.

As I've said many times, the single most oppressed class in America right now is the teenager.

There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out.

So many have wept for Jesus on His cross. As if no one else has ever suffered as He suffered. As if millions have not shuffled to worse deaths, and died unremembered.

Existe algo de terrivelmente injusto no fato de morrer no meio de uma boa história, antes de ter oportunidade de ver como tudo acaba. Em certo sentido, claro, eu acho que todo mundo sempre morre no meio de uma boa história. Da sua própria história. Ou da história dos seus filhos. Ou dos netos. A morte é sempre dureza para os viciados em narrativas.

He had no doubt that Merrin had called out to God here in this place while she was been raped and killed, in her heart if not with her voice. God's reply had been that due to the high volume of calls she could expect to be on hold until she was dead.

There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out. Of course, I suppose everyone always dies in the middle of a good story, in a sense. Your own story. Or the story of your children. Or your grandchildren. Death is a raw deal for narrative junkies." Around

There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out. Of course, I suppose everyone always dies in the middle of a good story, in a sense. Your own story. Or the story of your children. Or your grandchildren. Death is a raw deal for narrative junkies.