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Every important change in our society, for the good, at least, has taken place because of popular pressure-pressure from below, from the great mass of people.
Nothing arouses ambition so much in the heart as the trumpet-clang of another's fame.
A crowd is an elemental thing. A word, a glance, and a crowd becomes a mob.
The desperation meeting the silence with its unmasked wish.
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
Someone had tried to warn me of the kind of catastrophe that is likely to occur when you involve yourself too closely in one of those destinies that is ringed around by the transient tinsel of human applause.
there is a dense crowd; outside the Betting Rooms it is like a great struggle at a theatre door - in the days of theatres; or at the vestibule of the Spurgeon temple - in the days of Spurgeon. An
Tongues were wagging. Aspersions were being cast like dandelion spores on hot gossipy winds.
Don't follow the crowd, let the crowd follow you.
But one sound always rose above the clamor of busy life and, no matter how much of a tintinnabulation, was never confused and, fora moment lifted everything into an ordered sphere: that of the bells.
Nothing is so uncertain or unpredictable as the feelings of a crowd.
When chaos is the god of an era, clamorous music is the deity's chief instrument.
There are times when the voice of repining is completely drowned out by various louder voices: the voice of government, the voice of taste, the voice of celebrity, the voice of the real world, the voice of fear and force, the voice of gossip.
Fuss is the froth of business.
What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes
Sounds of sympathy from the crowd. Unrequited love they can relate to.
Everything bigger than life attracts a crowd.
A mighty stream of tendency.
in droves, filling the doorway,
An age-old patter that seemed like chaos but was not ...
The soft chanting envelops us like a membrane. A
suppressed hysteria.
The union of a want and a sentiment.
For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Crowd action is the outcome of agreement based on concurrence of emotion rather than of thought ...
To air one's views gratuitously, is to imply that the demand for them is brisk.
Just as there are rocks which receive the constant shock and spray, the battering of waves, so there are heads about which passions roar.
The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of wagons, and the staccato of hoofs.
the less people knew, the louder they got.
Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?
one motion of individual want sends trembles around a circle of dependents, until the whole helpless ring knocks and shakes like a tray of wineglasses in an unsteady waiter's hands. Any music they make is random, involuntary and brief; one can't be still unless they all are, and they never are.
Obviously, the hit singles get the biggest reaction - that's when you can see people really getting excited.
Crowds are somewhat like the sphinx of ancient fable: It is necessary to arrive at a solution of the problems offered by their psychology or to resign ourselves to being devoured by them.
The crowd has a way of being right.
In every country is a word which attempts the sound of cats, to match an inisolable portrait in the clouds to a din in the air. But the constant noise is not an omen of music to come.
Yells of joy, thousands in chorus. It sounded almost like they were cheering her on.
The Press blew, the public stared, hands flew out like a million little fishes after bread.
Everyone's like sheep on social media; like, one person starts making noise, and everyone's like, 'Hey, yeah!' and then you got a whole bunch of people making noise at you.
Increase is a crowd puller
From whence cometh the pounding of desire if not from the depths of loneliness?
Temptation hath a music for all ears.
The voice of flattery affects us after it has ceased, just as after a concert men find some agreeable air ringing in their ears to the exclusion of all serious business.
Woe to the multitude of many people, which make a noise like the noise of the seas; and to the rushing of nations, that make a rushing like the rushing of mighty waters!
Too many individuals are like Shakespeare's definition of "echo,"
babbling gossips of the air.
A mass movement attracts and holds a following not because it can satisfy the desire for self-advancement, but because it can satisfy the passion for self-renunciation.
Don't follow the crowd. The crowd doesn't get there. They just run round and around in a crazy race. It never ends.
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.
Unnumbered suppliants crowd Preferment's gate
Athirst for wealth, and burning to be great;
Delusive Fortune hears th' incessant call,
They mount, they shine, evaporate, and fall.
Glory, the casual gift of thoughtless crowds!
Glory, the bribe of avaricious virtue!
The productions of the press, fast as steam can make and carry them, go abroad through all the land, silent as snowflakes, but potent as thunder. It is an additional tongue of steam and lightning, by which a man speaks his first thought, his instant argument or grievance, to millions in a day.
There is nothing which wings its flight so swiftly as calumny, nothing is uttered with more ease; nothing is listened to with more readiness, nothing disbursed more widely.
You want the vote so badly that you think it worth while to become hysterical over it.' 'There is not much hysteria in the movement, only hysteria is the thing that strikes a hysterical press as most worthy of note.
The great crowds themselves are meaningless. The thing that counts is what happens in the hearts of the people. The evangelist sows the seed, and much inevitably falls upon stony ground and bears no fruit. But if only a few seeds flourish, the results are manifold.
A stream of primal voices
Whispering in the breeze of your heart
To urge you on.
A human group transforms itself into a crowd when it suddenly responds to a suggestion rather than to reasoning, to an image rather than to an idea, to an affirmation rather than to proof, to the repetition of a phrase rather than to arguments, to prestige rather than to competence.
Voices
Voices in my head,
Chanting, 'Kisses. Bread.
Prove yourself. Fight. Shove.
Learn. Earn. Look for love',
Drown a lesser voice,
Silent now of choice:
'Breathe in peace, and be
Still, for once, like me'.
chanting. Neither any of the C.I.s, or this man here,
I hate the uncultivated crowd and keep them at a distance. Favour me by your tongues (keep silence).
[Lat., Odi profanum vulgus et arceo.
Favete linguis.]
There is eloquence in screaming.
Days XIX. An Opinion XX. A Plea XXI. Echoing Footsteps
Weakness is emanating from the crowd
O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
Most people enter a library and don't hear a thing. Eerie silence. I stand between the shelves and hear ten thousand conversations occurring all at once. Each ushering an invitation. The noise is raucous.
Gossip is nature's telephone.
The crowd may be influenced easily, largely because it is a crowd.
People are hungry for what's happening right now in the world.
The air was full of sound, a defenning and confusing conflict of noises (...)
To go nowhere, follow the crowd.
The multitude," Cavendish says, "is always desirous of a change. They never see a great man set up but they must pull him down
for the novelty of the thing.
The sheer force of the music calls for a wild audience reaction.
the great mass of humanity distracted by the trappings and fabricated urgency of modern life.
The free expression of opinion, as experience has taught us, is the safety-valve of passion. The noise of the rushing steam, when it escapes, alarms the timid; but it is the sign that we are safe. The concession of reasonable privilege anticipates the growth of furious-appetite.
The thirst to know and understand, a large and liberal discontent.
SILENCE. The most loaded sound in human history.
Never follow the crowd, for the masses are often misled.
Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts.
Anyone who has obeyed nature by transmitting a piece of gossip experiences the explosive relief that accompanies the satisfying of a primary need.
There is always a certain noise in applause: even in the applause we give ourselves.
I'm an outdoorsman kind of person, so I don't like the buzz of the crowd, crowd, crowd and all that so much. I mean I don't mind it, but I don't seek it out.
In a heartbeat, a thousand voices took up the chant. King Joffrey and King Robb and King Stannis were forgotten, and King Bread ruled alone. "Bread." they clamored. "Bread, Bread!
Crowds create illusions.
If Christ is the head of the church and we are the body, lets be disciples who master the noise.
Winning an award is a great feeling but winning the Vodafone Crossword Popular Choice Award is particularly exhilarating because it is based upon public voting. I find it a strange quirk of fate that Chanakya's Chant, a political tale, should end up winning an election!
Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men
With the new morning, however, there came unto me a new truth: then did I learn to say: Of what account to me are market-place and populace and populace-noise and long populace- ears!
All the live murmur of a summer's day.
Politics is but the common pulse-beat, of which revolution is the fever-spasm.
Jukeboxes, radio and television, going from dawn to dusk, help spread the poison of synthetic, artificial, rhythmical noise.
Most people instinctively follow a dominant trend in an organization or community, without critical evaluation of its merits. The herd instinct is strong.
It occurred to the man that the biggest problem with this staid world was the overwhelming demand for conformity. Everything was so eerily definitive: assent to the mandates of society would see you on the rise, but dissent was a steady downward path.
The accursed hunger for gold.
The crowd could not know that they were cheering but somehow they did, somehow they understood that the circle between death-worship and death-wish had been completed for another year and the crowd went completely loopy, convulsing itself in greater and greater paroxysms.
When something small loudly demands all our attention, its noise often drowns out the whisper of what's enormously important.
A crowd is not the sum of the individuals who compose it. Rather it is a species of animal, without language or real consciousness, born when they gather, dying when they depart.
Everyone's screaming,
I try to make a sound,
But no one hears me
The silence is screaming out for noise.
Applause: the echo of a prejudice.
Discourse on virtue and they pass by in droves. Whistle and dance and shimmy, and you've got an audience!
Keep making noise, I prayed, laughing. Bang drums. Clamor and ring bells for I cannot stand to hear the tired beating of this almost heart.
When my heart yearn for silence in a crowd full of cheerful people, thats not the lonliness i seek but want to feel the rustling of my abandoned desires pouring upon the broken hearts. All the noise i want to here now is the symphony of love and of healing.