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1. "Before the thunderous clamor of political debate or war set loose in the world, love insisted on its promise for the possibility of human unity: between men and women, between blacks and whites, northerners and southerners, haves and have-have-nots, self and self."
Author: Aberjhani
2. "Ebbene, si" disse il Selvaggio in tono di sfida "io reclamo il diritto d'essere infelice"
Author: Aldous Huxley
3. "In those times panics were common, and few days passed without some city or other registering in its archives an event of this kind. There were nobles, who made war against each other; there was the king, who made war against the cardinal; there was Spain, which made war against the king. Then, in addition to these concealed or public, secret or open wars, there were robbers, mendicants, Huguenots, wolves, and scoundrels, who made war upon everybody. The citizens always took up arms readily against thieves, wolves or scoundrels, often against nobles or Huguenots, sometimes against the king, but never against cardinal or Spain. It resulted, then, from this habit that on the said first Monday of April, 1625, the citizens, on hearing the clamor, and seeing neither the red-and-yellow standard nor the livery of the Duc de Richelieu, rushed toward the hostel of the Jolly Miller. When arrived there, the cause of the hubbub was apparent to all."
Author: Alexandre Dumas
4. "The more ardently I see humanity as a glorious abstract that must conform to my ideal of how the world should be, the harder it is for me to love the person on the other side of the picket line who is holding up progress. I can love the downtrodden in the abstract, but as I shivered under the bridge that night with Jorge, I realized that it's harder to love the illegal immigrant with the bottle-slashed face and the body unwashed for weeks, the workers gathering to eat day-old bread and chicken and rice out of foam containers, the crowd of thousands clamoring for bread and fish and healing, the unclean woman hoping to touch the hem of the Savior's robe."
Author: Alisa Harris
5. "O Thou who art my quietness, my deep repose,My rest from strife of tongues, my holy hill,Fair is Thy pavilion, where I hold me still.Back let them fall from me, my clamorous foes,Confusions multiplied;From crowding things of sense I flee, and Thee I hide.Until this tyranny be overpast,Thy hand will hold me fast;What though the tumult of the storm increase,Grant to Thy servant strength, O Lord, and bless with peace."
Author: Amy Carmichael
6. "Art, if it can be ascribed value, is most valuable when its beauty (and the beauty of the truth it tells) bewilders, confounds, defies evil itself; it does so by making what has been unmade; it subverts the spirit of the age; it mends the heart by whispering mysteries the mind alone can't fathom; it fulfills its highest calling when into all the clamor of Hell it tells the unbearable, beautiful, truth that Christ has died, Christ is risen, and Christ will come again. None of these songs and stories matter if the beauty they're adding to isn't the kind of beauty that redeems and reclaims."
Author: Andrew Peterson
7. "People are constantly clamoring for the joy of life. As for me, I find the joy of life in the hard and cruel battle of life - to learn something is a joy to me."
Author: August Strindberg
8. "He needed the people and the clamour around him. There was no questions and no doubts when he stood on a platform over a sea of faces; the air was heavy, compact, saturated with a single solvent-admiration; there was no room for anything else. He was great; great as the number of people who told him so. He was right; right as the number of people who believed it. He looked at the faces, at the eyes, he saw himself born in them, he saw himself granted the gift of life. That was Peter Keating, that, the reflection in those staring pupils, and his body was only it's reflection."
Author: Ayn Rand
9. "Yet when the masses turn (as turn they will one day) and try to end the tyranny of centuries, not only the tyrants but all ‘civilisation' holds up its hands in horror and clamours for ‘order' to be restored. If a revolution carries high overhead expenses, most of them it inherits from the greed of reactionaries and the cowardice of the so-called moderates. Long before abolition the mischief had been done in the French colonies and it was not abolition but the refusal to abolish which had done it."
Author: C.L.R. James
10. "When He talks of their losing their selves, He means only abandoning the clamor of self-will; once they have done that, He really gives them back all their personality, and boasts (I am afraid, sincerely) that when they are wholly His they will be more themselves than ever."
Author: C.S. Lewis
11. "Huysmans takes the old trope of moon-as-woman and replaces its romantic connotations with decadent ones: the moon here is woman as clamorous lunatic, as convulsive epileptic."
Author: Charles Bernheimer
12. "Probably, if I had lately left a good home and kind parents, this would have been the hour when I should most keenly have regretted the separation: that wind would then have saddened my heart; this obscure chaos would have disturbed my peace: as it was I derived from both a strange excitement, and reckless and feverish, I wished the wind to howl more wildly, the gloom to deepen to darkness, and the confusion to rise to clamour."
Author: Charlotte Brontë
13. "For me a blank computer screen is an open door leading into new worlds full of voices clamoring to take form, interact, face conflicts and find resolution. Writing is life's truest adventure."
Author: Dennis R. Miller
14. "Everyone's clamoring for the fourth book in the 'Fifty Shades' trilogy, which makes me laugh. Just the part of 'a fourth book in trilogy' that makes me laugh, not the clamoring for the next book."
Author: E. L. James
15. "The sequoias belong to the silences of the milleniums. Many of them have seen a hundred human generations rise, give off their little clamors and perish. They seem indeed to be forms of immortality standing here amoing the transitory shapes of time."
Author: Edwin Markham
16. "Each person you meetis an aspect of yourself,clamoring for love."
Author: Eric Micha'el Leventhal
17. "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!"
Author: George R.R. Martin
18. "Opening is an essential feature of univocity. The nomadic distributions or crowned anarchies in the univocal stand opposed to the sedentary distribution of analogy. Only there does the cry resound: ‘Everything is equal!' and ‘Everything returns!'. However, this ‘Everything is equal!' and ‘Everything returns!' can be said only at the point in which the extremity of difference is reached. A single and same voice for the whole thousand-voiced multiple, a single and same Ocean for all the drops, a single clamour of Being for all beings: on the condition that each being, each drop, and each voice has reached the state of excess – in other words, the difference which displaces and disguises them and, in turning upon the mobile cusp, causes them to return."
Author: Gilles Deleuze
19. "The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary."
Author: H. L. Mencken
20. "Who breaks the Law -' said Moreau, taking his eyes off his victim and turning towards us. It seemed to me there was a touch of exultation in his voice. ‘- goes back to the House of Pain,' they all clamoured; ‘goes back to the House of Pain, O Master!"
Author: H.G. Wells
21. "No matter how inflexibly the world was clamoring for war and heroism, honor and other outmoded ideals, no matter how remote and unlikely every voice that apparently spoke up for humanity sounded, all of that was merely superficial, just as the question of the external and political aims of the war remained superficial. Deep down, something was evolving. Something like a new humanity. Because I could see people, and a number of them died alongside me, who had gained the new emotional insight that hatred and rage, killing and destroying, were not linked to the specific objects if that rage. No, the objects, just like the aims, were completely accidental. Those primal feelings, even the wildest of them, weren't directed against the enemy; their bloody results were merely an outward materialization of people's inner life, the split within their souls, which desired to rage and kill, destroy and die, so that they could be reborn."
Author: Hermann Hesse
22. "The freedom of an unscheduled afternoon brought confusion rather than joy. Julius had always been focused. When he was not seeing patients, other important projects and activities-writing, teaching, tennis, research-clamored for his attention. But today nothing seemed important. He suspected that nothing had ever been important, that his mind had arbitrarily imbued projects with importance and then cunningly covered its traces. Today he saw through the ruse of a lifetime. Today there was nothing important to do, and he ambled aimlessly down Union Street."
Author: Irvin D. Yalom
23. "OUR ORDINATION:Sir Isaac Newton, 1642 – 1747About the times of the End, a body of men will be raised up who will turn their attention to the prophecies, and insist upon their literal interpretation, in the midst of much clamor and opposition."
Author: Isaac Newton
24. "Thornton tenía la duda pintada claramente en el semblante, pero aquello despertó su espíritu de lucha, el que hace crecer al hombre ante las dificultades, le impide aceptar lo imposible y lo hace sordo a todo lo que no sea el clamor de la batalla."
Author: Jack London
25. "Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel."
Author: Jacqueline Carey
26. "...her hand closes on smooth metal. Her fingers test the sharpness of the edge. Perfect. It's a fresh blade. The girls' voices rustle in her head. Their clamoring pushes out all rational thought. She rolls up her sleeve. The bite of the blade kills the noise. It wipes out the memory of those staring faces. Willow looks at her arm, at the life springing from her. Tiny pinpricks of red that blossom into giant peonies."
Author: Julia Hoban
27. "Aw, kiss him, Gwen, clamored a hundred perky eggs. Shut up, she rebuked. We don't even know him, and until moments ago we thought he was dead. That's no way to start a relationship."
Author: Karen Marie Moning
28. "The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamouring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace."
Author: Kate Chopin
29. "Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it."
Author: Marcel Proust
30. "Well. Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in a splash, light blue, light mauve, and the darker ones, velvet and purple, black cat's ears in the sun, indigo shadow, and the bleeding hearts, so female in shape it was a surprise they'd not long since been rooted out. There is something subversive about this garden of Serena's, a sense of buried things bursting upwards, wordlessly, into the light, as if to point, to say: Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard, though silently."
Author: Margaret Atwood
31. "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."
Author: Meg Howrey
32. "- Seja que dia for, é bom voltar. Voltar, agora que temos paz...Sem desviar os olhos da penerira, Hanifa Assulua reclamou, em surdina. Eu falava da Paz? Qual Paz?- Talvez para eles, os homens - disse. - Porque nós, mulheres, todas as manhãs continuamos a despertar para uma antiga e infindável guerra."
Author: Mia Couto
33. "MARATO que é uma banheira de sangueperto do sangue que ainda há de correrUm dia pensamos que algumas centenas de mortos seriam o bastatedepois vimos que mesmo milhares eram insuficientesE hoje não podem mais ser contadosali e em todo lugarem todo lugar(...)SimonneOuço o clamor dentro de mimSimonneEu sou a Revolução."
Author: Peter Weiss
34. "When one person makes an accusation, check to be sure he himself is not the guilty one. Sometimes it is those whose case is weak who make the most clamour."
Author: Piers Anthony
35. "On this subject it is striking to note how many individuals pursue, outside of their own professions and with a kind of rebellious delight, hobbies that are no more than personalized forms of work. This suggests that one of the hidden desires of humanity, provoked by the inward clamor of unused potentialities, is the dream of work in freedom."
Author: Robert Grudin
36. "That's a much better kiss than the one you gave her when you won the shooting match!""And a much better proposal of marriage than the one you gave her yesterday morning!" Minerva chimed in."Leave him be!" Celia chided as Jackson went red about the ears. "He saved my life twice, figured out who killed Mama and Papa, and taught Gran some humility. We can't all be good at everything, you know."Amid the laughter, he kissed her again, but her family didn't let that go on for long. It was cold outside, after all. Gran herded them inside to the great hall, where the servants had brought out refreshments. There, everyone had to take turns congratulating them and clamoring for all the usual details of how it had started and when it had become true love."
Author: Sabrina Jeffries
37. "To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound."
Author: Sophocles
38. "Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark."
Author: Stephen King
39. "There was too much opinion in this country, too many sob stories. Nobody wanted to put a lid on anything; everyone wanted to say it all, about everything. If you as much as said hello to someone on a train or a plane, you were in for the unexpurgated memoirs. Nehru in 1947 had declared us a nation finding utterance - but in fifty years the utterance had become a mad clamour, a crazed babble, an unending howl. We were a nation of Scheherzades, afraid we'd die if, for a moment, we shut up. For myself, I'd mastered a face of steel, and an inscrutable nod. It did not always shut everyone up, but it did to some extent dam the ghastly flow."
Author: Tarun J. Tejpal
40. "There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty."
Author: Thomas Hood
41. "With a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring, the Festival of Summer came to the city. Omelas, bright-towered by the sea. The rigging of the boats in harbor sparkled with flags. In the streets between houses with red roofs and painted walls, between old moss-grown gardens and under avenues of trees, past great parks and public buildings, processions moved. Some were decorous: old people in long stiff robes of mauve and grey, grave master workmen, quiet, merry women carrying their babies and chatting as they walked. In other streets the music beat faster, a shimmering of gong and tambourine, and the people went dancing, the procession was a dance."
Author: Ursula K. Le Guin
42. "Soy todo el hombreEl hombre herido por quién sabe quiénPor una flecha perdida del caosHumano terreno desmesuradoSí desmesurado y lo proclamo sin miedoDesmesurado porque no soy burgués ni raza fatigadaSoy bárbaro tal vezDesmesurado enfermoBárbaro limpio de rutinas y caminos marcadosNo acepto vuestras sillas de seguridades cómodasSoy el ángel salvaje que cayó una mañanaEn vuestras plantaciones de preceptorPoetaAntipoetaCultoAnticultoAnimal metafísico cargado de congojasAnimal espontáneo directo sangrando sus problemasSolitario como una paradojaParadoja fatalFlor de contradicciones bailando un fox-trotSobre el sepulcro de DiosSobre el bien y el malSoy un pecho que grita y un cerebro que sangraSoy un temblor de tierraLos sismógrafos señalan mi paso por el mundo."
Author: Vicente Huidobro
43. "So he was deserted. The whole world was clamouring: Kill yourself, kill yourself, for our sakes. But why should he kill himself for their sakes? Food was pleasant, the sun was hot; and this killing oneself, how does one set about it, with a table knife, uglily, with floods of blood,--by sucking a gaspipe? He was too weak; he could scarcely raise his hand. Besides, now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those we are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know. Holmes had won of course, the brute with the red nostrils had won. But even Holmes himself could not touch this last relic straying on the edge of the world, this outcast, who gazed back at the inhabited regions, who lay, like a drowned sailor, on the shore of the world."
Author: Virginia Woolf
44. "The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible."
Author: Vladimir Nabokov
45. "Mientras mi cuerpo sabía qué anhelaba, mi espíritu rechazaba cada clamor de mi cuerpo. De pronto me sentía avergonzado, atemorizado; de pronto tenía un optimismo febril. Los tabúes me estrangulaban."
Author: Vladimir Nabokov
46. "A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; abase, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; alily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be abawd, in way of good service, and art nothing butthe composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom Iwill beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniestthe least syllable of thy addition."
Author: William Shakespeare
47. "I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous goans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours."
Author: William Shakespeare
48. "The venom clamours of a jealous womanPoisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth."
Author: William Shakespeare
49. "ROSALINDNow tell me how long you would have her after you have possessed her.ORLANDOForever and a day.ROSALINDSay "a day" without the "ever." No, no, Orlando, men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock- pigeon over his hen, more clamorous than a parrot against rain, more newfangled than an ape, more giddy in my desires than a monkey. I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry. I will laugh like a hyena, and that when thou art inclined to sleep."
Author: William Shakespeare
50. "After analyzing our current crisis and studying well-establishedhistorical precedents, I must conclude that the global bankers haveonly three possible cards left to play.The first is admitting culpability and working to restore theAmerican economic engine to its free-market potential. History hastaught us that the ruling class rarely admits error and never concedespower.The second is to foment so much civil unrest and fear that thegeneral population will be clamoring for a global dictator who willprovide them food, shelter, and security in exchange for their individualfreedom and sovereignty. I see the emerging militancy of thelabor union movement playing right into this scenario.The final play is global conflict where they can try and controlthe outcome by means of funding both sides."
Author: Ziad K. Abdelnour

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