Bjork Quotes

This don't go here. [A major riot ensued.]

The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.

It was a bad looking mob. It was animated by the essence of revolution.

Riot – A popular entertainment given to the military by innocent bystanders.

The world is in such a place of social unrest and there's so much violence.

No one wants to see self-destructive riots because there's no future in riots.

There will be water and food fights everywhere.

A popular disturbance never remains long in the full control of those who start it.

They say they seek security and quiet, the condition they call peace. Even as they speak they create the seeds of turmoil and violence.

I was told there would be riots in the streets, but there were no riots.

Civil strife is as much a greater evil than a concerted war effort as war itself is worse than peace.

Panamanians live in a chronic state of insurrection and violence.

There will never be quietness in this country till half a dozen of you be hanged or banished.

Nothing endurable can be produced on a soil soaked with blood and moved by violent agitations.

War is unsettling.

When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows and lie low until the wrath has passed. For there is often a monstrous incongruity between the hopes, however noble and tender, and the action which follows them. It is as if ivied maidens and garlanded youths were to herald the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

Politics for me started in violence.

Let us not be carried away by the undisguised agitations of leaders who virtually asked people to take the law into their own hands.

Why do we have to have another riot?

This endless violence in the U.K. has to stop.

Chaos does not unify. Chaos only serves the most extreme elements of society that seek to destabilize any semblance of order to fulfill their selfish lust for power.

With the Germs, every night's a little mini-riot, bottles flying at my head.

I fought in Detroit 23 times.

Sirens wailed; the revolution had come to Harrisonville. Blood was flowing on Pearl Street.

When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows and lie low until the wrath has passed.