Quotes About Rebellion

I'm sick of this society. 'Earn a living' as if I'm not yet living; lobotomized and robotized from birth, they tell me I can't do anything I want to do in the subtlest and sneakiest ways possible.

Wives were not supposed to hate their husbands. It was not in the proper order of things.

She was going to be like one of the wild and headstrong heroines in the romance novels she loved. She was going to go for the gusto. She'd sat on the sidelines her whole life. Now, she intended to live a little. Her life was orderly and tidy. And she had to admit it was often a little dull and lonely. It was time to lose control. To be wild.

The worst kind of poison for despots: truth.

I quizzed him a lot on this point and i suspect the truth was that it was like a lot of things at that age: you don't have any clear reason, you just do it. You do it because you think it might get a laugh, or because you want to see if it'll cause a stir. And when you're asked to explain afterwards, it doesn't seem to make any sense.

Yes you're getting your tattoo. I threw my arms around Dad's neck. Thank you! Hey, Mom said. I'm the one who had to persuade him it wasn't turning his little girl into a streetwalker. I never said that, Dad said. No? I said. Cool. Cause I've decided to skip the paw print. I'm thinking of a tramp stamp with flames that says 'Hot in Here.' No wait. Arrows. For directionally challenged guys

Maturity is highly overrated.

Tell her to be quiet, and she got louder. Tell her to stay back, and she pushed me into the line of fire. Tell her to watch for our pursuers, and she hovered at my shoulder instead. Open the door to listen, and she wanted to drag me back inside. Ah. The beginning of a beautiful friendship.

I need to get ready. Ash? Touch the food and I won't take you for a driving lesson tomorrow. Dad? Touch it and I'll make you take him for a driving lesson tomorrow. Dad backed away from the counter. Ash scowled. I laughed and continued upstairs.

Sex, a switchblade, and motorcycle lessons. You really are making sure my night ends on a high note.

Blast him, Ronan hissed as they surveyed the empty space behind the roadside shop. He may tell us not to treat him as a prince, but he cannot stop acting like one. He does as he pleases. Only when it's in my best interests, Tyrus said as he rounded the shop. Ronan glowered. Which is anytime you don't like what you're told to do. Tyrus grinned. True.

Gabriel, Ricky, and I fight against our roles as pawns by sticking together. That's where the original three failed. We will not repeat their mistakes.

Where's Annie?" "She--" Rafe stopped and looked at Daniel. "Took off?" I said. "Like she does sometimes?" He nodded. "We set out this morning, but we didn't get far before she…" "Ran away," I finished. A glance at Daniel, then he went on. "Right.

He called after me, "How old am I, Maya?" I turned. "How the hell should I know? Whatever you've told the school, I'm sure it's a lie anyway.

Mr. Tillson?" I said, shaking him harder. Daniel undid his belt. Sam did, too, getting up and walking forward, hunched, as she stepped over Rafe. "Okay, that's enough!" the pilot barked. "In your seats, belts on. Everyone!" "Or what?" Sam said. "You'll pull over and make us walk the rest of the way?

Barnes in there?" he asked, meaning the principal. I shook my head. "Haven't seen him. Ms. Morales was around, though." "Yeah, I talked to her. She says I need to talk to Barnes. Late once too often this week." That grin sparked again, like being late for school earned him a place in the bad boy hall of fame.

They aren't following us," Corey said. " Why aren't they following us?" "They know it won't be hard to find four kids tearing through the woods," Rafe said. "Daniel's right. We need to split up. Better than that, we need a target. One person to make more noise than all the others put together. That'd be me." A wry smile my way. "I'm good at causing trouble.

A young girl passes in a hurry. Hair uncombed. Full of black devils.

Only dead fish swim with the stream.

If earls' daughters were allowed to marry whom they please, we'd all be ruled by strolling minstrels and dark-eyed outlaws.

The world has become wicked. Heresy, lasciviousness, and disrespect are rife. Men question authority, women flaunt their bodies, children disobey their parents. God is angry, and His rage is fearsome. Don't try to run from His justice! It will find you, no matter where you hide.

Weapons seem to be the issue now, isn't it?" "Aye," said Billy. "The Germans and the Italians are supplying the rebels with guns and ammunition, as well as fighter planes and pilots. But no one is helping the elected Spanish government.

El general rebelde, Franco, había conseguido el respaldo de la Iglesia católica.

The types who planned an insurrection against Roosevelt in the thirties