“War is a monster with snaky locks, and fiery bloodshot eyes, and harpy claws, passing over fair fields and leaving its footprints in burning villages, dying men, weeping wives and children, and needs to be seen by those who so eagerly clamour for it at every opportunity. The sight of that fearful phantom, girt round with skulls, chains reeking with blood and desolation and ruin in its track, would stop their eagerness for it, unless under real compulsion.” MenNeedsChildrenWarRealEyeOpportunityWifeBloodDyingFieldsFairsSightLeavingRoundsTrackMonstersPassingPassingsRuinsChainsBurningVillageFearfulLocksCompulsionWeepingSkullsPhantomsFootprintFieryClawsDesolationEagernessClamourHarpiesBloodshot Eyes Author:Moncure D. Conway
“The Hebrew language... is the only glue which holds together our scattered bones. It also holds together the rings in the chain of time.... It binds us to those who built pyramids, to those who shed their blood on the ramparts of Jerusalem, and to those who, at the burning stakes, cried Shema Yisrael!” TogetherLanguageBloodBuiltBonesRingsChainsBurningStakesCriedShedPyramidsJerusalemHebrewGlueHebrew Language Author:I. L. Peretz
“Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice-- The weakness and the wickedness of luxury-- The negligence--the apathy--the evils Of sensual sloth--produces ten thousand tyrants, Whose delegated cruelty surpasses The worst acts of one energetic master, However harsh and hard in his own bearing.” ThinkingHardEvilBloodWorstProduceMastersThousandTenWeaknessVicesTyrannyCrueltyChainsLuxurySensualTyrantsApathyHarshWickednessEnergeticDespotismSlothNegligence Author:Lord Byron
“Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile: Water before the faithful, blood before the unbeliever.” LiteratureWaterDestinyFateBloodPrisonIgnorantChainsFaithfulUnbelieversNile Author:Muhammad Iqbal
“Night of Sleepless Love The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my laments moments and doves in a chain. The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand. Dawn married us on the bed, our mouths to the frozen spout of unstaunched blood. The sun came through the shuttered balcony and the coral of life opened its branches over my shrouded heart.” HeartTwoMomentsPainNightSunBloodBedMoonMarriedMouthsDistanceChainsDawnBranchesSandLaughedAgonyFrozenAcheScornCrystalsDoveLamentClutchFull MoonBalconies Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“At first, man was enslaved by the gods. But he broke their chains. Then he was enslaved by the kings. But he broke their chains. He was enslaved by his birth, by his kin, by his race. But he broke their chains. He declared to all his brothers that a man has rights which neither god nor king nor other men can take away from him, no matter what their number, for his is the right of man, and there is no right on earth above this right. And he stood on the threshold of freedom for which the blood of the centuries behind him had been spilled.” MenFirstsMatterEarthNumbersRaceBehindsRightsBloodCenturyBrotherBirthKingsNo Matter WhatChainsBrokeThreshold Book:Anthem Source: Anthem