E have men sold to build churches, women sold to support the gospel, and babes sold to purchase Bibles for the poor heathen, all for the glory of God and the good of souls. The slave auctioneer's bell and the church-going bell chime in with each other, and the bitter cries of the heart-broken slave are drowned in the religious shouts of his pious master. Revivals of religion and revivals in the slave trade go hand in hand.
Thousands of animals (now billions) are butchered every day without a shadow of remorse. It cries vengeance upon all the human race.
The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.
I verily believe that I never took infant in my arms that did not the moment it was there by its cries beg to be removed.
The artist in me cries out for design.
The culture of comfort, which makes us think only of ourselves, makes us insensitive to the cries of other people.
The more money spent by government to address social injustice the greater the cries of social injustice.
All human beings have their otherness and it is that which cries out to the heart.
Women joked amongst themselves: 'Why do you think a bride cries on her wedding day? It's for the love that this marriage is putting an end to for all eternity. Men may think a woman has no past- "you were born and then I married you"- but men are fools.
Seek wisdom in books, rare manuscripts, and cryptic poems if you will, but seek it out also in simple stones, and fragile herbs, and in the cries of wild birds. Listen to the whisperings of the wind and the roar of water if you would discover magic, for it is here that the old secrets are preserved.
A poor man defended himself when charged with stealing food to appease the cravings of hunger, saying, the cries of the stomach silenced those of the conscience.
Don't cry about money, it never cries for you.
Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.
If there's a power above us, (And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works,) he must delight in virtue.
I grew up not liking my father very much. I never saw him cry. But he must have. Everybody cries.
God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them.
Hope and despair ignore one another's cries.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
Every woman is wrong until she cries.
My own self-consciousness cries out to me coldly: how does one love zero?