Building Walls

Sunday, March 19, 2017 – Building Walls

Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance. ~ Robert Kennedy

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope. ~ Maya Angelou

Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls. ~ Joseph Campbell

Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors. ~ Eugene O’Neill

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian. ~ Paul McCartney

It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls. ~ Epicurus

With the pride of the artist, you must blow against the walls of every power that exists the small trumpet of your defiance. ~ Norman Mailer

The walls, the bars, the guns and the guards can never encircle or hold down the idea of the people. ~ Huey Newton

The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. ~ Italo Calvino

What cursed spirit of falsehood moveth priests to close themselves within stone walls for all their life, since Christ commanded all his apostles and priests to go into all the world, and to preach the Gospel? ~ John Wycliffe

I wish the world could better know this country for what it really is. Not just a greedy economic giant crouching fearfully behind its walls, not just a panoplied warrior nervously fingering his weapons. What is this, is a people who gather together in thousands to give a people’s government its essential vitality. ~ Ralph Bellamy

The walls are the publishers of the poor. ~ Eduardo Galeano

I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way. ~ Gustav Mahler

Fences and walls can be effective and even soothing, at least for those who build them. ~ Richard Engel

The walls are raised against honest men in civic life. ~ William H. O’Connell

The fact is, when men carry the same ideals in their hearts, nothing can isolate them – neither prison walls nor the sod of cemeteries. For a single memory, a single spirit, a single idea, a single conscience, a single dignity will sustain them all. ~ Fidel Castro

Western governments have generally tried to contain genocide by appeasing its architects. But the sad record of the last century shows that the walls the United States tries to build around genocidal societies almost inevitably shatter. ~ Samantha Power

It must be that a man who shuts himself up between four walls must lose the faculty of associating ideas and words. ~ Jules Verne

Sometimes our walls exist just to see who has the strength to knock them down. ~ Darnell Lamont Walker

There are four kinds of people in the world, Ms. Harper. Those who build walls. Those who protect walls. Those who breach walls. And those who tear down walls. Much of life is discovering who you are. When you find out, you also realize there are places you can no longer go, things you can no longer do, words you can no longer say. ~ P. S. Baber, Cassie Draws the Universe

Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet. ~ Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

There was a wall. It did not look important. It was built of uncut rocks roughly mortared. An adult could look right over it, and even a child could climb it. Where it crossed the roadway, instead of having a gate it degenerated into mere geometry, a line, an idea of boundary. But the idea was real. It was important. For seven generations there had been nothing in the world more important than that wall. Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on. ~ Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

What is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one’s country; is it hate of one’s uncountry? ~ Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss. ~ Erin Hunter