Voiceless Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
the-stork-is-voiceless-because-there-is-really-nothing-to-say-will-cuppy
the-who-have-voice-must-speak-for-those-who-are-voiceless-oscar-romero
the-law-is-microphone-for-voiceless-faren-rajpat
the-voiceless-most-defenseless-ones-are-animals-most-my-attention-goes-to-them
my-self-imposed-mandate-is-to-be-voice-for-voiceless
anybody-can-make-difference-be-voice-for-voiceless-zach-hunter
our-party-has-always-been-voice-powerless-voiceless
its-often-artist-who-gives-voice-to-voiceless-by-speaking-up-when-no-one-else-will-barbra-streisand
wonder-is-music-heard-in-the-heart-is-voiceless
i-love-power-celebrity-because-you-can-give-voice-to-voiceless
abortion-should-be-listed-as-weapon-mass-destruction-against-voiceless-ea-bucchianeri
hiphop-is-voice-for-voiceless-poor-people-russell-simmons
make-commitment-to-serve-needs-least-these-give-voice-to-voiceless-artika-tyner
those-us-who-have-eyes-ears-media-have-responsibility-to-amplify-voices-voiceless-peter-gabriel
the-great-thing-about-social-media-was-how-it-gave-voice-to-voiceless-people
seek-justice-make-commitment-to-serve-needs-least-these-give-voice-to-voiceless-artika-r-tyner
show-the-world-your-strong-compassion-give-your-voice-to-voiceless-yazidi-girls-widad-akrawi
show-the-world-your-strong-compassion-give-your-voice-to-voiceless-kobane-kids-widad-akrawi
in-reality-victims-human-trafficking-are-often-left-voiceless-completely-unseen-by-society
where-does-discipline-end-where-does-cruelty-begin-somewhere-between-these-thousands-of-children-inhabit-a-voiceless-hell
im-grateful-that-after-early-life-being-silenced-sometimes-violently-i-grew-up-to-have-voice-circumstances-that-will-always-bind-me-to-rights-rebecca-solnit
lgbt-people-are-some-bravest-most-potent-change-agents-leaders-i-have-encountered-most-forceful-defenders-vulnerable-voiceless-because-they-know-what-its-like-to-be-there
my-role-as-war-correspondent-is-to-bring-voice-to-people-who-are-voiceless-to-shine-light-in-darkest-corners-world-janine-di-giovanni
america-wins-when-voiceless-have-seat-at-table-when-vulnerable-are-protected-when-working-families-have-same-political-clout-as-wealthy
if-you-achieve-voice-that-will-be-heard-you-should-use-it-to-speak-up-for-voiceless-oppressed-if-you-possess-any-power-authority-you-must-strive-craig-murray
who-wants-to-be-unsung-heroes-my-voiceless-choir-quartet-were-helen-kellers-im-holding-auditions-with-oven-mitts-because-theyre-sure-to-be-hot-jarod-kintz
the-mere-fact-american-being-present-could-help-save-lives-innocent-people-thats-why-i-believe-in-importance-bearing-witness-to-become-voice-for-voiceless
but-words-are-vain-reject-them-all-they-utter-but-feeble-part-hear-thou-depths-from-which-they-call-the-voiceless-longing-my-heart-george-macdonald
the-genesis-public-interest-litigation-in-listening-to-voice-voiceless-giving-access-to-poor-marginalised-weak-is-unique-experiment-to-be-lauded
through-words-he-gave-voice-to-voiceless-through-deeds-he-gave-courage-to-faint-heart-barack-obama
as-one-dumb-voiceless-ones-i-speak-one-millions-immigrants-beating-beating-out-their-hearts-at-your-gates-for-breath-understanding-anzia-yezierska
dogs-are-voiceless-critical-part-having-dogs-is-emotional-responsibility-learning-how-to-understand-them-when-necessary-to-speak-act-on-their-jon-katz
im-somewhat-raptivist-but-i-wasnt-attempting-to-make-sociopolitical-statement-as-much-as-i-was-attempting-to-voice-for-voiceless-whatever-ideas-myka-9
i-am-not-anxious-to-be-loudest-voice-most-popular-but-i-would-like-to-think-that-at-crucial-moment-i-was-effective-voice-voiceless-effective-hope-hopeless-whitney-young
what-i-know-are-simple-truths-i-know-that-fabric-memory-is-reinforced-by-stories-rent-by-silences-i-know-that-power-dreads-memory-i-know-that-memory-outlasts-powers-viciousness-i
Exoneration of Jesus Christ If Christ was in fact God, he knew all the future. Before Him like a panorama moved the history yet to be. He knew how his words would be interpreted. He knew what crimes, what horrors, what infamies, would be committed in his name. He knew that the hungry flames of persecution would climb around the limbs of countless martyrs. He knew that thousands and thousands of brave men and women would languish in dungeons in darkness, filled with pain. He knew that his church would invent and use instruments of torture; that his followers would appeal to whip and fagot, to chain and rack. He saw the horizon of the future lurid with the flames of the auto da fe. He knew what creeds would spring like poisonous fungi from every text. He saw the ignorant sects waging war against each other. He saw thousands of men, under the orders of priests, building prisons for their fellow-men. He saw thousands of scaffolds dripping with the best and bravest blood. He saw his followers using the instruments of pain. He heard the groans-saw the faces white with agony. He heard the shrieks and sobs and cries of all the moaning, martyred multitudes. He knew that commentaries would be written on his words with swords, to be read by the light of fagots. He knew that the Inquisition would be born of the teachings attributed to him. He saw the interpolations and falsehoods that hypocrisy would write and tell. He saw all wars that would be waged, and-he knew that above these fields of death, these dungeons, these rackings, these burnings, these executions, for a thousand years would float the dripping banner of the cross. He knew that hypocrisy would be robed and crowned-that cruelty and credulity would rule the world; knew that liberty would perish from the earth; knew that popes and kings in his name would enslave the souls and bodies of men; knew that they would persecute and destroy the discoverers, thinkers and inventors; knew that his church would extinguish reason's holy light and leave the world without a star. He saw his disciples extinguishing the eyes of men, flaying them alive, cutting out their tongues, searching for all the nerves of pain. He knew that in his name his followers would trade in human flesh; that cradles would be robbed and women's breasts unbabed for gold. And yet he died with voiceless lips. Why did he fail to speak? Why did he not tell his disciples, and through them the world: 'You shall not burn, imprison and torture in my name. You shall not persecute your fellow-men.' Why did he not plainly say: 'I am the Son of God, ' or, 'I am God'? Why did he not explain the Trinity? Why did he not tell the mode of baptism that was pleasing to him? Why did he not write a creed? Why did he not break the chains of slaves? Why did he not say that the Old Testament was or was not the inspired word of God? Why did he not write the New Testament himself? Why did he leave his words to ignorance, hypocrisy and chance? Why did he not say something positive, definite and satisfactory about another world? Why did he not turn the tear-stained hope of heaven into the glad knowledge of another life? Why did he not tell us something of the rights of man, of the liberty of hand and brain? Why did he go dumbly to his death, leaving the world to misery and to doubt? I will tell you why. He was a man, and did not know.

Robert G. Ingersoll
exoneration-jesus-christ-if-christ-was-in-fact-god-he-knew-all-future-before-him-like-panorama-moved-history-yet-to-be-he-knew-how-his-words-would-be-interpreted-he-knew-what-cri
[Robert's eulogy at his brother, Ebon C. Ingersoll's grave. Even the great orator Robert Ingersoll was choked up with tears at the memory of his beloved brother] The record of a generous life runs like a vine around the memory of our dead, and every sweet, unselfish act is now a perfumed flower. Dear Friends: I am going to do that which the dead oft promised he would do for me. The loved and loving brother, husband, father, friend, died where manhood's morning almost touches noon, and while the shadows still were falling toward the west. He had not passed on life's highway the stone that marks the highest point; but, being weary for a moment, he lay down by the wayside, and, using his burden for a pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep that kisses down his eyelids still. While yet in love with life and raptured with the world, he passed to silence and pathetic dust. Yet, after all, it may be best, just in the happiest, sunniest hour of all the voyage, while eager winds are kissing every sail, to dash against the unseen rock, and in an instant hear the billows roar above a sunken ship. For whether in mid sea or 'mong the breakers of the farther shore, a wreck at last must mark the end of each and all. And every life, no matter if its every hour is rich with love and every moment jeweled with a joy, will, at its close, become a tragedy as sad and deep and dark as can be woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death. This brave and tender man in every storm of life was oak and rock; but in the sunshine he was vine and flower. He was the friend of all heroic souls. He climbed the heights, and left all superstitions far below, while on his forehead fell the golden dawning, of the grander day. He loved the beautiful, and was with color, form, and music touched to tears. He sided with the weak, the poor, and wronged, and lovingly gave alms. With loyal heart and with the purest hands he faithfully discharged all public trusts. He was a worshipper of liberty, a friend of the oppressed. A thousand times I have heard him quote these words: 'For Justice all place a temple, and all season, summer!' He believed that happiness was the only good, reason the only torch, justice the only worship, humanity the only religion, and love the only priest. He added to the sum of human joy; and were every one to whom he did some loving service to bring a blossom to his grave, he would sleep to-night beneath a wilderness of flowers. Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word; but in the night of death hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. He who sleeps here, when dying, mistaking the approach of death for the return of health, whispered with his latest breath, 'I am better now.' Let us believe, in spite of doubts and dogmas, of fears and tears, that these dear words are true of all the countless dead. And now, to you, who have been chosen, from among the many men he loved, to do the last sad office for the dead, we give his sacred dust. Speech cannot contain our love. There was, there is, no gentler, stronger, manlier man.

Robert G. Ingersoll
roberts-eulogy-at-his-brother-ebon-c-ingersolls-grave-even-great-orator-robert-ingersoll-was-choked-up-with-tears-at-memory-his-beloved-brother-the-record-generous-life-runs-like
?Earn cash when you save a quote by clicking
EARNED Load...
LEVEL : Load...