You have all these rapidly emerging areas around China, your head swims trying to keep up with it, ... We've had investment by Chinese firms for a long time, but they used to be very, very low key about it. Now they come in with trumpets blaring and flags flying saying, 'Pay attention to us.'
Quotes about trumpets (15 Quotes)
Sound trumpets let our bloody colors wave And either victory, or else a grave.
There are obstinate and unknown braves who defend themselves inch by inch in the shadows against the fatal invasion of want and turpitude. There are noble and mysterious triumphs which no eye sees. No renown rewards, and no flourish of trumpets salutes. Life, misfortune, isolation, abandonment, and poverty and battlefields which have their heroes.
There are always some of us, not a few, in every generation, who go over wholly to the green flag. It is such a passionless fealty, so reticent a love, that neither do trumpets sound for it nor quarrels arise from it. Only, you will find that those who have pledged allegiance are happy about it in quiet.
Did young Pocahontas really intercede to prevent the execution of Captain John Smith This romantic tale is conspicuously absent from Smith's initial accounts of his captivity under Powhatan 'Arriving at Werawocomoco, their Emperour Powhatan proudly lying uppon a Bedstead a foote high upon tenne or twelve Mattes... and with such grave and majesticall countenance, as drave me into admiration to see such a state in a naked salvage, he kindly welcomed me with good wordes, and great Platters of sundrie victuals, assuring me his friendship, and my libertie within foure days... In describing to him the territories of Europe, which was subject to our Great King whose subject I was, the innumerabl e multitude of his ships, I gave him to understand the noyse of Trumpets, and terrible manner of fighting were under captain Newport my father... At his greatnesse hee admired, and not a little feared... And thus having with all the kindnes hee could devise, sought to content me he sent me home...'
It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.
. . . colors like a flourish of trumpets or pianissimo on the violin, great, calm, oscillating, splintered surgances . . . . Is this not form.
And now what rests but that we spend the time; With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Such as befits the pleasure of the court; Sound drums and trumpets farewell sour annoy; For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
The sweetest lives are those to duty wed, Whose deeds, both great and small Are close-knot strands of an unbroken thread There love ennobles all. The world may sound no trumpets, ring no bells The book of life the shining record tells. Thy love shall chant its own beatitudes After its own life-workings. A childs kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong Thou shalt serve thyself by every sense, Of service which thou renderest.
I can play every instrument there is, every horn, I've played all the saxes and trumpets and everything and keyboards.
The silver snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.
Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown, But sound the trumpets, and about our task.
My idea of heaven is eating pate de foie gras to the sound of trumpets.
At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.