Quotes About Rebellion

Baby Doll: You'll never have me... ever.

Muncim ?i r?mînem t?cu?i. T?cu?i. T?cu?i ca p?mîntul. Dar ?i p?mîntul uneori muge?te lung ?i se cutremur? din temelii. ?i p?mîntul se r?zvr?te?te uneori.

The myth about the angel who rebelled against his Lord is the most beautiful of all myths, the proudest, the most revolutionary, the most immortal of them all.

The world is kept alive only by heretics.

A phrase from Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil came to mind: "Two tears in a bucket. Motherfuck it.

Marxism comprises many principles, but in the final analysis they can all be brought back to a single sentence: it is right to rebel.

On the left hand path we take the direct route, which is much more strenuous, much more dangerous, and much more likely to cause you to fall.

Nothing could be easier than disturbing a status quo instituted by others; the real work of the sinister current is to break the rules we rigidly establish for ourselves." -Zeena Schreck for "Contemporary notions of Kundalini, its background and role within new Western religiosity," University of Stockholm, Malin Fitger 2004

Go and copulate with yon purple lizard.

All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself

I suppose the most revolutionary act one can engage in is ... to tell the truth.

we can tell our hearts exactly what to believe, but the cheeky little bastards won't listen to anyone but themselves

What does one wear when one goes to give one's father hell?

Humans, we just hop out of things, off things. We splatter ourselves in inappropriate places. Because we have nothing to live for. Because we want to destroy what we can. Because we want to be something we can't. Because we don't really believe we can die.

His father, who had rebelled early against his Scots Presbyterian upbringing and declared himself an "intellectual agnostic"—or had it been "agnostic intellectual"?—had protested, but his mother insisted that the human animal had a need for structure, for ritual and discipline, for the ties with the community that the church provided, and for a sense of something larger than itself.

My problem is that I want to smoke the cigar and for someone else to light it. I want to blow out smoke. Like a volcano. Like a monster. I want to fume. I do not want to be the girl whose job it is to wail in a high-pitched voice at funerals.

I want to get away from the kinship structures that are supposed to hold me together. To mess up the story I have been told about myself. To hold the story upside down by its tail.

Mitt problem är att jag vill röka cigarren själv och att någon annan ska tända den åt mig. Jag vill blåsa ut röken. Som en vulkan. Som ett monster. Jag vill att det ska ryka om mig. Jag vill inte vara flickan vars jobb det är att jämra sig me gäll röst på begravningar.

Cuando una mujer tiene que encontrar una forma nueva de vivir y rompe con la historia social que ha borrado su nombre, se espera que se odie a sí misma atrozmente, que enloquezca de dolor, que llore arrepentida. Son las joyas reservadas para ella en la corona del patriarcado, siempre a su disposición. No faltan las lágrimas, pero es mejor atravesar la oscuridad negra y azulada que quedarse con esas joyas que nada valen

An erect building is a shackled slave. I hear the mutinous grumbling of vertical buildings. I hear the grinding frustration of those compelled against their will to remain standing. A building is energy crucified against space and time.

Write against patterns. Go against the devils. Write what you never write. Lie. Validate what you don't validate. Indulge what you don't like. Wallow in it. Write the opposite of what you always write, think, speak. Do everything against the grain!

New vandals will destroy what former vandals failed to abolish.

To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.

Mother, father, there is no passing the cup. I want to be a troublemaker when I grow up.