Best 182 quotes in «protest quotes» category

She didn't protest as Hale slid his arm around her and pulled her to rest against his chest. It was somehow softer there than she remembered.

Liberalism, austere in political trifles, has learned ever more artfully to unite a constant protest against the government with a constant submission to it.

My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs.

My noisy denunciation trails off in doubt.

Peaceful, lawful protest - if it is effective - IS innately disruptive of “business as usual.” That is WHY it is effective.

Protest and anger practically always derives from hope, and the shouting out against injustice is always in the hope of those injustices being somewhat corrected and a little more justice established.

Really, I protest-what is left for the satirical mind to invent when reality so surpasses it?

Of course, I'd welcome protest. Good criticism is hard to find.

The overwhelming female protest to the presidential election perhaps is an accurate indicator of how essential it is to understand women, the issues they face, and the need to address women's rights, not just nationally, but globally.

That's all nonviolence is - organized love.

The truest protest is beauty.

Voting is one of the few things where boycotting in protest clearly makes the problem worse rather than better.

They forbade me from flying, despite all my protests and arguments. After being once in space, I was desperately keen to go back there. But it didn't happen.

To protest free speech in the name of protecting women is dangerous and wrong.

We must never allow September 11th to become a time for protest and division. Instead, this day must remain a time for promoting peace and mutual respect.

We all have private ails. The troublemakers are they who need public cures for their private ails.

We will not keep silent, even if the Formula One is taking place. We will protest for human rights and freedom.

We protest against unjust criticism but we accept unarmed applause.

We who in engage in nonviolent direct action are not the creators of tension. We merely bring to the surface the hidden tension that is already alive.

We of Africa protest that, in this day and age, we should continue to be treated as lesser human beings than other races.

Woodstock was both a peaceful protest and a global celebration.

What are you doing?” she cried in protest. “Playing,” he said, the single word rough, almost guttural.

What if someone comes?" I half-heartedly protest. "No one's coming here but you.

And then they started deleting the protest reviews. That was my line. When they started to stamp out dissent, actually to make it disappear with virtually no excuse for doing so...that’s not neglect. That’s not an overwhelmed person or people trying to figure it out. That’s an entity that has decided that they do not care, that they have moved on from the issue, do not see it as an issue, and is trying to avoid bad press. Or they are too far down the line to backtrack on what they’ve been doing and save face. They’re content with their wildly inconsistent policy enough to no longer care what effect it is having on their user base. If you try to silence dissent, then something is very, very wrong.

And sometimes the difference between individual and organized indignation is the difference between criminal and political action.

Anger is a gift. Remember that." She stood. "You gotta grasp onto it, hold it tight and use it as ammunition. You use that anger to get things done instead of just stewing in it.

A plot is a thousand times more unsettling than an argument, which may be answered.

Any government's condemnation of terrorism is only credible if it shows itself to be responsive to persistent, reasonable, closely argued, non-violent dissent. And yet, what's happening is just the opposite. The world over, non-violent resistance movements are being crushed and broken. If we do not respect and honour them, by default we privilege those who turn to violent means.

A seat at the table is desired. But I'll scream from the street if I need to.

At least I had frost on my nose, boots on my feet, and protest in my mouth.

A single whisper can be quite a disturbance when the rest of the audience is silent.

At times it is what we do not say, or not saying a thing, that says a lot about us.

But this anti-war protest, is far from a success; it is just a placebo for the people. These peacemakers feel so satisfied, gratified; gay-gallant-and-gleeful. But they do not achieve anything acceptable, perceptible; or peaceful.

Bolivian women sewed their lips shut for days. They threaded needles through their skin to stop their speech, to show what good speaking had done them.

But I believe that, once the shock settles, faith and energy will return. Because let’s be real: we always knew this shit wasn’t going to be easy. Colonial power, patriarchal power, capitalist power must always and everywhere be battled, because they never, ever quit. We have to keep fighting, because otherwise there will be no future—all will be consumed. Those of us whose ancestors were owned and bred like animals know that future all too well, because it is, in part, our past. And we know that by fighting, against all odds, we who had nothing, not even our real names, transformed the universe. Our ancestors did this with very little, and we who have more must do the same. This is the joyous destiny of our people—to bury the arc of the moral universe so deep in justice that it will never be undone.

But we need to search for and find, what we need to own and perfect into a magnificent, shining thing, is a new kind of politics. Not the politics of governments, but the politics of resistance. The politics of opposition. The politics of forcing accountability. The politics of slowing things down. In the present circumstances, I'd say the only thing worth globalizing is dissent.

Connell doesn't read the campus papers much, but he has still managed to hear about the debating society inviting a neo-Nazi to give a speech. It's all over social media. There was even an article in The Irish Times. Connell hasn't commented on any of the Facebook threads, but has liked several comments calling for the invite to be rescinded, which is probably the most strident political action he has ever taken in his life.

Change, change, change it all Fuck the egg, it'll crack And they point and condemn Those these and them Digiting a shower of crap

Chicken Roast Puff your plume in anger and fight, cock, delight the owner of knife smear sting with pollen and flap your wings As I said: Twist the arms and keep them bent roll the rug and come down the terrace after disturbed sleep Shoeboots-rifle-whirring bullets-shrieks The aged undertrial in the next cell weeps and wants to go home Liberate me let me go let me go home On its egg in the throne the gallinule doses asphyxiate in dark fight back, cock, die and fight, shout with the dumb Glass splinters on tongue-breast muscles quiver Fishes open their gills and enfog water A piece of finger wrapped in pink paper With eyes covered someone wails in the jailhouse I can't make out if man or woman Keep this eyelash on lefthand palm- and blow off with your breath Fan out snake-hood in mist Cobra's abdomen shivers in the hiss of female urination Deport to crematorium stuffing blood-oozing nose in cottonwool Shoes brickbats and torn pantaloons enlitter the streets I smear my feet with the wave picked up from a stormy sea That is the alphabet I drew on for letters. (Translation of Bengali original 'Murgir Roast')

Confrontation is not bad. Goodness is supposed to confront evil.

Corruption, and injustice won’t go away just because you make a lot of noise about it.

Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty.

Denn wir sind Neinsager. Aber wir sagen nicht nein aus Verzweiflung. Unser Nein ist Protest.

Dramatic uprising of stupidity can start from nowhere and only be seen when it reaches it's climax.

Don’t go to the protest. Go out and get laid. Unless you’re going to the protest to get laid.

During the Vietnam War, every respectable artist in this country was against the war. It was like a laser beam. We were all aimed in the same direction. The power of this weapon turns out to be that of a custard pie dropped from a stepladder six feet high.

During the flames of controversy, opinions, mass disputes, conflict, and world news, sometimes the most precious, refreshing, peaceful words to hear amidst all the chaos are simply and humbly 'I don't know.

Eat the rich! Burn their bones to keep warm! Redistribute their stolen resources!

Even the tiny protests help

Either offend or represent, don’t be a spectator.