Quotes About Rebellion

This machine kills fascists.

No. I cannot let him control me.You are mine, Adelina, Enzo growls. Turn your powers against your own fleet.

Let us go forth and unconquer the world!

They're terrified of us Firefly, all of them are.""Well, good, " I replied, forming a tiny ball of flames in my fingertips, which were curled round the handle on the back of the bike. "They should be.

I've had enough, this is my prayer, that I'll die living just as free as my hair.

You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

The use of violence as an instrument of persuasion is therefore inviting and seems to the discontented to be the only effective protest.

Do you know what she did? Your cunting daughter?

For an instant, Karras throbbed with a surge of rebellion, with a dull, weary anger at the piling on of weight upon weight.

I rejoice that America has resisted. Three millions of people, so dead to all the feelings of liberty, as voluntarily to submit to be slaves, would have been fit instruments to make slaves of the rest.

One lesson of the Luddite rebellion specifically, and the Industrial Revolution generally, is that maintaining the prosperity of those closed communities—their pride in workmanship as well as their economic well-being—can only be paid for by those outside the communities: by society at large.

In 528, still the crown prince, not yet king, Khusro discovered that his father's Mazdakite allies were conspiring against the throne. Driven, perhaps, by a combination of loyalty, anger, and a desire to demonstrate a kingly sort of resolution, in 529 the prince arrested, tortured, and executed Mazdak, and followed up with a massacre of his followers. (The Mazdakites would one day serve as inspiration for Islam's dissident Shi'a.)

Some guard these traitors to the block of death, Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

Unhand me, gentlemen,By heaven! I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

'Tis a naughty night to swim in.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shameWhen the compulsive ardor gives the charge,Since frost itself as actively doth burn,And reason panders will.

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;Regent of love-rimes, lord of folded arms,The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,Liege of all loiters and malcontents.

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,And welcome home again discarded faith.

Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em;Thought is free.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

Thou deboshed fish thou.

Never yet did insurrection wantSuch water-colors to impaint his cause.

There's such divinity doth hedge a king,That treason can but peep to what it would.