Unjust World Quotes

The world is a very unjust, unfair place and we have to live with that. Historically, there is impunity for most crimes.

It's not fair," I said. "It's just so goddamned unfair." "The world," he said, "is not a wishgranting factory.

I'd ask myself, 'What do I think is really unjust?' That should be a starting point for how you engage with the world.

An unjust world represented as harmonious is a political position.

I wish I were supernaturally strong so I could put right everything that is wrong.

Life is cruel and unfair, my friends, and that is fact.

So far it has been assumed that the only pregnancies which are aborted are accidental ones and the only foetuses destroyed those whose mothers could not bear the thought of their becoming children. In a just world this would be the case, but the world is far from just. Too many women are forced to abort by poverty, by their menfolk, by their parents. Poverty has many faces; it may be the poverty of the young, the unmarried, the student, the unemployed, the female or a combination of these.

And that's when she put her book down. And looked at me. And said it: "Life isn't fair, Bill. we tell our children that it is, but it's a terrible thing to do. It's not only a lie, it's a cruel lie. Life is not fair, and it never has been, and it's never going to be.

Here, then, is what I wanted to tell you of my architecture. I created it with courage and idealism, but also with an awareness of the fact that what is important is life, friends and attempting to make this unjust world a better place in which to live.

God's not unjust, he doesn't actually exist. We've been deceived. If God existed, he'd have made the world more just...

When we live in a world that is very unjust, you have to be a dissident.

These are the themes in life which are consistent in Judaism, Islam, Hinduism - of being grounded in who you are and being engaged in an unjust world.

Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never.

Life isn't fair, but God is.

At worst, is not this an unjust world, full of nothing but beasts of prey, four-footed or two-footed?

And that, I suppose, is what I'd been trying to tell my mother that day: that her faith in justice and rationality was misplaced, that we couldn't overcome after all, that all the education and good intentions in the world couldn't help you plug up the holes in the universe or give you the power to change its blind, mindless course.

I've learned that I must find positive outlets for anger or it will destroy me. There is a certain anger: it reaches such intensity that to express it fully would require homicidal rage--self destructive, destroy the world rage--and its flame burns because the world is so unjust. I have to try to find a way to channel that anger to the positive, and the highest positive is forgiveness.