Quotes Tagged "country"

No country can act wisely simultaneously in every part of the globe at every moment of time.

In politics it is necessary either to betray one's country or the electorate. I prefer to betray the electorate.

A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.

Can you say why America is the greatest country in the world? It’s not the greatest country in the world. That’s my answer… [turns to a panelist] Sharon, the NEA is a loser. Yeah, it accounts for a penny out of our paycheck, but he gets to hit you with it anytime he wants. It doesn’t cost money, it costs votes. It costs airtime and column inches. You know why people don’t like liberals? Because they lose. If liberals are so fucking smart, how come they lose so goddamn always? [turns to another panelist] And with a straight face, you’re gonna tell students that America is so star-spangled awesome that we’re the only ones in the world who have freedom? Canada has freedom. Japan has freedom. The UK, France, Italy, Germany, Spain, Australia, Belgium has freedom! So, 207 sovereign states in the world, like 180 of them have freedom. [turns to the student who asked the question] And yeah, you… sorority girl. Just in case you accidentally wander into a voting booth one day, there’s some things you should know. One of them is: there’s absolutely no evidence to support the statement that we’re the greatest country in the world. We’re 7th in literacy, 27th in math, 22nd in science, 49th in life expectancy, 178th in infant mortality, 3rd in median household income, number 4 in labor force and number 4 in exports. We lead the world in only three categories: number of incarcerated citizens per capita, number of adults who believe angels are real and defense spending, where we spend more than the next 26 countries combined, 25 of whom are allies. Now, none of this is the fault of a 20-year-old college student, but you, nonetheless, are, without a doubt, a member of the worst period generation period ever period, so when you ask what makes us the greatest country in the world, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about! Yosemite?! [Silence] It sure used to be… We stood up for what was right. We fought for moral reason. We passed laws, struck down laws, for moral reason. We waged wars on poverty, not on poor people. We sacrificed, we cared about our neighbors, we put our money where our mouths were and we never beat our chest. We built great, big things, made ungodly technological advances, explored the universe, cured diseases and we cultivated the world’s greatest artists AND the world’s greatest economy. We reached for the stars, acted like men. We aspired to intelligence, we didn’t belittle it. It didn’t make us feel inferior. We didn’t identify ourselves by who we voted for in the last election and we didn’t scare so easy. We were able to be all these things and do all these things because we were informed… by great men, men who were revered. First step in solving any problem is recognizing there is one. America is not the greatest country in the world anymore.

Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it's not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you've been to. I'm not afraid of being homesick and having no language to live in. I don't have to be like anyone else. I'm walking on the wall and nobody can stop me.

In this country we have no place for hyphenated Americans.

I was once reproved by a minister who was driving a poor beast to some meeting-house horse-sheds among the hills of New Hampshire, because I was bending my steps to a mountain-top on the Sabbath, instead of a church, when I would have gone farther than he to hear a true word spoken on that or any day. He declared that I was 'breaking the Lord's fourth commandment,' and proceeded to enumerate, in a sepulchral tone, the disasters which had befallen him whenever he had done any ordinary work on the Sabbath. He really thought that a god was on the watch to trip up those men who followed any secular work on this day, and did not see that it was the evil conscience of the workers that did it. The country is full of this superstition, so that when one enters a village, the church, not only really but from association, is the ugliest looking building in it, because it is the one in which human nature stoops the lowest and is most disgraced. Certainly, such temples as these shall erelong cease to deform the landscape. There are few things more disheartening and disgusting than when you are walking the streets of a strange village on the Sabbath, to hear a preacher shouting like a boatswain in a gale of wind, and thus harshly profaning the quiet atmosphere of the day.

In our country religion is not different from philosophy and religion & philosophy don’t differ from science.

Your comfort zone is a place where you keep yourself in a self-illusion and nothing can grow there but your potentiality can grow only when you can think and grow out of that zone.

On my honor, I will do my best To do my duty To God and my country

Day in and out. Season in and out. In any city and any country. God remains a great Father!

Pick a leader who will keep jobs in your country by offering companies incentives to hire only within their borders, not one who allows corporations to outsource jobs for cheaper labor when there is a national employment crisis. Choose a leader who will invest in building bridges, not walls. Books, not weapons. Morality, not corruption. Intellectualism and wisdom, not ignorance. Stability, not fear and terror. Peace, not chaos. Love, not hate. Convergence, not segregation. Tolerance, not discrimination. Fairness, not hypocrisy. Substance, not superficiality. Character, not immaturity. Transparency, not secrecy. Justice, not lawlessness. Environmental improvement and preservation, not destruction. Truth, not lies.

Pick a leader who will not only bail out banks and airlines, but also families from losing their homes -- or jobs due to their companies moving to other countries. Pick a leader who will fund schools, not limit spending on education and allow libraries to close. Pick a leader who chooses diplomacy over war. An honest broker in foreign relations. A leader with integrity, one who says what they mean, keeps their word and does not lie to their people. Pick a leader who is strong and confident, yet humble. Intelligent, but not sly. A leader who encourages diversity, not racism. One who understands the needs of the farmer, the teacher, the doctor, and the environmentalist -- not only the banker, the oil tycoon, the weapons developer, or the insurance and pharmaceutical lobbyist.

Every immigrant who comes here should be required within five years to learn English or leave the country.

Negeri ini sungguh-sungguh membutuhkan pemberani-pemberani yang gila, asal cerdas. Bukan yang tahu adat, yang berkepribadian pribumi, yang suka harmoni, yang saleh alim, yang nurut model kuli dan babu.

Normally death came at night, taking a person in their sleep, stopping their heart or tickling them awake, leading them to the bathroom with a splitting headache before pouncing and flooding their brain with blood. It waits in alleys and metro stops. After the sun goes down plugs are pulled by white-clad guardians and death is invited into an antiseptic room. But in the country death comes, uninvited, during the day. It takes fishermen in their longboats. It grabs children by the ankles as they swim. In winter it calls them down a slope too steep for their budding skills, and crosses their skies at the tips. It waits along the shore where snow met ice not long ago but now, unseen by sparkling eyes, a little water touches the shore, and the skater makes a circle slightly larger than intended. Death stands in the woods with a bow and arrow at dawn and dusk. And it tugs cars off the road in broad daylight, the tires spinning furiously on ice or snow, or bright autumn leaves.

In stating these matters, I speak an open and disinterested language, dictated by no passion but that of humanity. To me, who have not only refused offers, because I thought them improper, but have declined rewards I might with reputation have accepted, it is no wonder that meanness and imposition appear disgustful. Independence is my happiness, and I view things as they are, without regard to place or person; my country is the world, and my religion is to do good.

The historians of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries had one great advantage; they felt themselves as citizens of the world. They were never strangers to their subject matter, and knew nothing of that shyness which the stranger always feels. They felt themselves at home throughout the inhabited world, at any rate, so long as they remained in their own country, or the lands immediately adjacent, in a bodily sense, and made all further journeyings in the spirit alone. They did not sit fumbling over their material, but went straight to the persons concerned, whether men of the immediate past or those of earliest ages; whether Romans or Greeks, French, English, Hindus, Chinese or Indians. The historian stepped forward without formality and took his hero cordially by the hand, spoke to him as friend to friend, or let us say, as one man of the world to another. There was never any fear, in those days, that differences of language, or of circumstances in a different age, might place obstacles in the way of a proper understanding. Men were inspired with faith in a common humanity, and by the certainty that if once the human element could be grasped, all the rest would work out of itself. All mankind were agreed as to what God was, what good and evil were; all were agreed in patriotism and citizenship, in love of parents and of children — in a word, agreed in all realities.

الدجاج المشوي نفخة عمودك في الغضب والقتال ، الديك ، فرحة صاحب السكين اللدغة مع اللقاح ورفرفة الأجنحة الخاصة بك. كما قلت: تحريف الأسلحة والحفاظ عليها عازمة لفة البساط والنزول على الشرفة بعد النوم المضطرب الأحذية والأحذية ... رذاذة ... رصاصة ... صراخ يبكي المسنين في الزنزانة التالية ويريد العودة إلى المنزل حررني ... دعني أذهب ... دعني أذهب للمنزل. على بيضته في العرش الجرعات الاختناق في الظلام ... قتال مرة أخرى ، الديك ، ويموت والقتال ، والصراخ مع أخرس. شظايا الزجاج على اللسان ... جعبة عضلات الصدر تفتح الأسماك الخياشيم ومياه الضباب قطعة من الإصبع ملفوفة في ورقة الوردي مع عيون مغطاة شخص يبكي في منزل السجن لا أستطيع الخروج إذا كان الرجل أو المرأة. الحفاظ على هذا رمش على كف اليد اليسرى ... ضربة مع أنفاسك غطاء ثعبان Fanout في الضباب .... ترتدي البطن كوبرا في همسة التبول فام. ترحيلهم إلى محرقة المحشوة بالدم الملطخة بالأنف ..... في صوف القطن أحذية من الطوب والقناطر الممزقة في الشوارع لقد لطخت قدمي مع موجة التقطت من بحر عاصف هذه هي الأبجدية التي وجهتها للحصول على الحروف.

সুতো ভুলে যায়, বিভিন্ন সুতো আর ফোঁড়ের নকশাকে নির্দেশ দিতে গিয়ে স্মৃতি হারিয়ে ফ্যালে দুই টুকরো হয়, কেমন করে নাটাইয়ে পাক খেতে হবে তা না জেনেই । পোষ না মেনে, সুতোটা মেলে ধরে আর ঘন সাভানায় মোটা ছুরির ধারের মতন ঢুকে যায়, পেয়ারা পাতার ছবি আঁকা নির্দেশের বইতে, শান্ত ডাঁটিতে যা নিজের ভার না কমিয়ে শেকড় হয়ে যায়, ভিজে মাটি হবার ইচ্ছায় । তবু এটা তোমার বিষয়ে নয় যে আমি আলোচনা করব কিন্তু বধির আওয়াজ আমার মগজ ভরে তুলেছে আজ । কান থেকে কানে যতো আমি দূরে যাই । ক্রোধের ভুলো অনুসরণ । আর তুমি ঘুমোও । বাতাসের সঙ্গে তোমার শ্বাসের প্রতিদ্বন্দ্বীতায় তুমি ঘুমোও। আমি নিজের মগজের ভেতর ছটফট করি ; আমার এগোনোকে কিছুই স্তিমিত করতে পারে না ; কিছুই একে আলগা করতে পারে না। আর আমি একমাত্র সেই শব্দ শুনি না যা একে থামাতে পারবে কুমারীত্ব নাশ করা স্তব্ধতা। ( তুমি ঘুমোও । তুমি আমার শরীরের দেহরেখাকে আদর করার ভান করো ) কান থেকে কানে। কিছুই কান-থেকে-কানের নৈঃশব্দে ঢুকতে পারে না যা তোমার বধিরতার সবুজ আচ্ছাদন দিয়ে সুরক্ষিত ।