Peter Weiss Quotes

We're all free and equal to die like dogs

Every death even the cruelest death drowns in the total indifference of Nature Nature herself would watch unmoved if we destroyed the entire human race I hate Nature this passionless spectator this unbreakable iceberg-face that can bear everything this goads us to greater and greater acts

Once and for all the idea of glorious victories won by the glorious army must be wiped out Neither side is glorious On either side they're just frightened men messing their pants and they all want the same thing Not to lie under the earth but to walk upon it without crutches (Roux, act 1, scene 19)

Long ago I left heroics to the heroes

What's the point of a revolution without general copulation copulation copulation

Before deciding what is wrong and what is right first we must find out what we are

With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art.

Don't be taken in when they pat you paternally on the shoulder and say that there's no inequality worth speaking of and no more reason for fighting. Because if you believe them they will be completely in charge in their marble homes and granite banks from which they rob the people of the world under the pretense of bringing them culture. Watch out, for as soon as it pleases them they'll send you out to protect their gold in wars whose weapons rapidly developed by servile scientists will become more and more deadly until they can with a flick of the finger tear a million of you into pieces.

These cells of the inner self are darker than the deepest stone dungeon, and as long as they are locked, all your revolution remains but a prison mutiny, to be put down by corrupted fellow prisoners.

SADE Desprezo essas manifestações da masa que giram em círculo vicioso (...) Desprezo todas essas boas intenções que se perdem nas vielas desprezo todos os sacrifícios feitos por alguma coisa Só acredito em mim mesmo.

What kind of town is this What sort of streets are these Who invented this who profits by it I saw peddlers at every corner they’re selling little guillotines with tiny sharp blades and dolls filled with red liquid which spurts fro the neck when the sentence is carried out. What kind of children are these who can play with this toys so efficiently and who is judging

Marat o que aconteceu com nossa Revolução Marat não queremos mais esperar até amanhã Marat continuamos sempre gente pobre e queremos hoje as mudanças prometidas.

OS QUATRO CANTORES Pobre Marat em tua casa cercada estás adiantado um século de nós Enquanto tine a lâmpada lá fora e tuas palavras se decompõe escorre-se em sangue toda a verdade que aprendeste,

SADE Olhai-os Marat olhai os antigos donos de todos os bens do mundo como transformaram em triunfo a sua queda Agora que lhes roubaram todos os prazeres O cadafalso guarda-os de tédio infindo Felizes sobem as escadas como se subissem ao trono Não é o cúmulo da corrupção

MARAT O que é uma banheira de sangue perto do sangue que ainda há de correr Um dia pensamos que algumas centenas de mortos seriam o bastate depois vimos que mesmo milhares eram insuficientes E hoje não podem mais ser contados ali e em todo lugar em todo lugar (...) Simonne Ouço o clamor dentro de mim Simonne Eu sou a Revolução.

And the priests looked down into the pit of injustice and they turned their faces away and said, 'Our kingdom is not as the kingdom of this world. Our life on earth is but a pilgrimage. The soul lives on humility and patience,' at the same time screwing the poor from their last centime. They settled down among their treasures and ate and drank with princes and to the starving they said, 'Suffer. Suffer as he suffered on the cross for it is the will of God.' And anyone believes what they hear over and over again, so the poor instead of bread made do with a picture of the bleeding, scourged, and nailed-up Christ and prayed to that image of their helplessness. And the priests said, 'Raise your hands to heaven and bend your knees and bear your suffering without complaint. Pray for those that torture you, for prayer and blessing are the only stairways which you can climb to paradise.' And so they chained down the poor in their ignorance so that they wouldn't stand up and fight their bosses who ruled in the name of the lie of divine right.

Chiedi al Bunkerjakob che controllava tutto Come fai a resistere Lui disse Sia lode a quanto rende duri Io sto bene mangio le razioni di quelli là dentro La loro morte non mi tocca Tutto questo mi tocca quanto può toccarmi la pietra di questo muro

A 2020 clinical trial by Ethan Weiss and colleagues found no weight loss or cardiometabolic benefits in a group of 116 volunteers on a 16/8 eating pattern. Two similar studies also found minimal benefit. One other study did find that shifting the eating window to early in the day, from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m., actually did result in lower twenty-four-hour glucose levels, reduced glucose excursions, and lower insulin levels compared to controls. So perhaps an early-day feeding window could be effective, but in my view sixteen hours without food simply isn’t long enough to activate autophagy or inhibit chronic mTOR elevation, or engage any of the other longer-term benefits of fasting that we would want to obtain. Another

I called Dan: “Why is this blind hundred-year-old man chopping meat?” DAN WEISS: The actor doing the chopping, Peter Vaughan, is legally blind. So whatever he was doing, he’s a blind person doing it. I stand behind that.

strategic planning without managing strategic momentum. Alan Weiss, in his irreverent book Our Emperors Have No Clothes, explains that in these situations the problem is that “[s]trategy is usually viewed as an annual exercise at best, an event that creates a ‘product,’ and not a process to be used to actually run the business.”30

Chorus: The Kings are our dear fathers Under whose care we live in peace The Kings are our dear fathers Under whose care we live in peace Marat: And the children repeated the lesson they believed it As anyone believes What they hear over and over again And over and over again the priests said Our love embraces all mankind Of every colour race and creed Our love is international universal We are all brothers every one And the priests looked down into the pit of injustice And they turned their faces away and said Our Kingdom is not as the kingdom of this world Our life on earth is out a pilgrimage The soul lives on humility and patience At the same time screwing from the poor their last centime They settled down among their treasures And ate and drank with princes And to the starving they said Suffer Suffer as he suffered on the cross For it is the will of God And anyone believes what they hear over and over again So the poor instead of bread made do with a picture Of the bleeding scourged and nailed-up Christ And prayed to that image of their helplessness And the priests said Raise your hands to heaven bend your knees And bear your suffering without complaint For prayer and blessing are the only stairways Which you can climb to Paradise And so they chained down the poor in their ignorance So that they wouldn't stand up and fight their bosses Who ruled in the name of the lie of divine right Chorus: Amen