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#patriotism

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #patriotism




Patriotism was a living fire of unquestioned belief and purpose. ↗


— Frank Knox


#belief #fire #living #patriotism #purpose

The greater the state, the more wrong and cruel its patriotism, and the greater is the sum of suffering upon which its power is founded. ↗


— Leo Tolstoy


#cruel #founded #greater #more #power

During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism. ↗


— Howard Thurman


#during #even #guise #hatred #masquerade

Patriotism is voluntary. It is a feeling of loyalty and allegiance that is the result of knowledge and belief. A patriot shows their their patriotism through their actions, by their choice. ↗


— Jesse Ventura


#actions #allegiance #belief #choice #feeling

Gentlemen have talked a great deal of patriotism. A venerable word, when duly practiced. ↗


— Robert Walpole


#duly #gentlemen #great #great deal #patriotism

Dissent is the highest form of patriotism. ↗


— Howard Zinn


#dissent #form #highest #highest form

There's a school of thought today that rejects patriotism. People are made nervous by that intense allegiance to a country. They think it can only lead to war and bloodshed and that fights can be avoided if we all just compromise and get along. And, of course, compromise and getting along are great things as long as you're not sacrificing essential values. But I believe there's a line in the sand, some things that you have to be willing to stand up for, even if it means trouble. Charlie's patriotism is not blind, flag-waving jingoism: it's an intense allegiance to the American concept of liberty. He's through and through. He can talk about it and explain it. And he's shown he's willing to give everything for it. I admire him for that. ↗


— Andrew Klavan


#attitude #beliefs #freedom #inspirational #liberty

I was still a newlywed and certainly wasn't to the point where I felt comfortable yelling, "I'm going to shit my pants any second!" But the sweating had started, which was followed by the tears. "I'm not feeling well, and need to get home," I told him. "Ok, but I have to obey the speed limit because of all the kids in the neighborhood," he replied. I was pleading with him to hurry up when he came to a complete stop. I screamed at him, "Why are we stopping?" He rolled down the window. "Retreat." I could see the flag lowering in the distance, the beautiful orange sun setting behind it. In the opposite direction I could see the roof line of our home - so close, yet so far away. As Retreat played, I surrendered. I pooped my pants. I took one for the flag. Now that's patriotism. ↗


— Mollie Gross


#ibs #military #patriotism #poop #beauty

Still another danger is represented by those who, paying lip service to democracy and the common welfare, in their insatiable greed for money and the power which money gives, do not hesitate surreptitiously to evade the laws designed to safeguard the public from monopolistic extortion. Their final objective toward which all their deceit is directed is to capture political power so that, using the power of the state and the power of the market simultaneously, they may keep the common man in eternal subjection. They claim to be super-patriots, but they would destroy every liberty guaranteed by the Constitution. They are patriotic in time of war because it is to their interest to be so, but in time of peace they follow power and the dollar wherever they may lead. ↗


— Henry A. Wallace


#fascism #greed #patriotism #politics #wealth

At the sight of the flag he tasted tears in his throat. In the Stars and Stripes all the passions of his life coalesced to produce the ache with which he loved the United States of America - with which he loved the dirty, plain, honest faces of GIs in the photographs of World War Two, with which he loved the sheets of rain rippling across the green playing field toward the end of the school year, with which he cherished the sense-memories of the summers in his childhood, the many Kansas summers, running the bases, falling harmlessly onto the grass, his head beating with heat, the stunned streets of breezeless afternoons, the thick, palpable shade of colossal elms, the muttering of radios beyond the windowsills, the whirring of redwing blackbirds, the sadness of the grown-ups at their incomprehensible pursuits, the voices carrying over the yards in the dusks that fell later and later, the trains moving through town into the sky. His love for his country, his homeland, was a love for the United States of America in the summertime. ↗


— Denis Johnson


#patriotism #life






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