Revolutionariness Quotes & Sayings

I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence — Lupe Fiasco

When I was young, we were quite strongly discouraged from listening to pop music. It was an uncomfortable thing, pop music; I think my parents felt threatened by it. They were always happy when they were listening to Mozart, so if your parents are happy, then you're happy. — William Orbit

The mark of a legitimate revolution - the scientific, for example - was that it didn't brag about its revolutionariness but simply occurred. — Jonathan Franzen

No! If you die, I die! You asked me to spend forever with you, and I'm going to! — Amanda Hocking

What else is soul but a listener? — William H Gass

I was kind of bored playing drums in a band. Which was depressing, because playing in the band was kind of a golden ticket. — J. Tillman

Self-pity is the worst poverty. When a person says, 'I am ... ' with pity, before he has said anything more he has diminished himself to half of what he is; and what is said further, diminishes him totally; nothing more of him is left afterwards. — Hazrat Inayat Khan

'Never Have Your Dog Stuffed' is really advice to myself, a reminder to myself not to avoid change or uncertainty, but to go with it, to surf into change. — Alan Alda

Is not just any bint," he said. "This is a philosopher-queen, a sultana ... — G. Willow Wilson

Die young, stay pretty. Blondie, right? We think of it as a modern phenomenon, the whole youth thing, but really, consider all those great portraits, some of them centuries old. Those goddesses of Botticelli and Rubens, Goya's Maja, Madame X. Consider Manet's Olympia, which shocked at the time, he having painted his mistress with the same voluptuous adulation generally reserved for the aristocratic good girls who posed for depictions of goddesses. Hardly anyone knows anymore, and no one cares, that Olympia was Manet's whore; although there's every reason to imagine that, in life, she was foolish and vulgar and not entirely hygienic (Paris in the 1860s being what it was). She's immortal now, she's a great historic beauty, having been scrubbed clean by the attention of a great artist. And okay, we can't help but notice that Manet did not choose to paint her twenty years later, when time had started doing its work. The world has always worshipped nascence. Goddamn the world. — Michael Cunningham

My soft voice and demeanor were useless. In a pint jar, I carried a cremated friend, like flesh scraped from a cistern. — Henri Cole