Exasperations Quotes & Sayings

It is not for you to say - you Englishmen, who have conquered your freedom so long ago, that you have conveniently forgotten what blood you shed, and what extremities you proceeded to in the conquering - it is not for you to say how far the worst of all exasperations may, or may not, carry the maddened men of an enslaved nation. The iron that has entered into our souls has gone too deep for you to find it. Leave the refugee alone! Laugh at him, distrust him, open your eyes in wonder at the secret self which smolders in him, sometimes under the every-day respectability and tranquility of a man like me - sometimes under the grinding poverty, the fierce squalor, of men less lucky, less pliable, less patient than I am - but judge us not. In the time of your first Charles you might have done us justice - the long luxury of your freedom has made you incapable of doing us justice now. — Wilkie Collins

All my life I've been terrible at remembering people's names. I once introduced a friend of mine as Martini. Her name was actually Olive. — Tallulah Bankhead

I know so much about other people's expectations and so little about my own. — Martin Pistorius

Consider, when you are enraged at any one, what you would probably think if he should die during the dispute. — Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Act, not for the results, but for the action.
Lead, not for the mission, but for the vision.
See, not through your beliefs, but through the eyes.
Trust, not because of your beliefs, but because of truth.
Think before you do and do because it is right. — Debasish Mridha

It all begins with goodness in the heart. — Bjorn Street

The cynic puts all human actions into two classes - openly bad and secretly bad. — Henry Ward Beecher

AIDS is a plague - numerically, statistically and by any definition known to modern public health - though no one in authority has the guts to call it one. — Larry Kramer

Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. — Herman Melville