Quotes About Rebellion

I will go out again this very night with my rockets and fuses. I will blow them straight out of their comfortable beds. Blow the rooftops off their houses. Blow the black, wretched night to bits. I will not stop. For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

You can't tell a seventeen-year-old anything. They think they're immortal. They don't listen. Seventeen-year-olds have to see it for themselves.

Dad" I pleaded, "this is so [cuss word you never, ever say in front of your mother] ridiculous.

Nineteen eighty is almost here, thank God. the hippies are getting old, they blew their brains on acid and now they're begging on street corners all over San Francisco. Their hair is tangled and their bare feet are thick and gray as shoes. We're sick of them.

I understood with sudden clarity that doing the right thing - being right - gets you nothing in this world. It's the sinners everyone loves: the flailers, the scramblers, the bumblers. There was nothing sexy about getting it right the first time.

Jocelyn and I have done everything together since fourth grade: hopscotch, jump rope, charm bracelets, buried treasure, Harriet the Spying, blood sisters, crank calls, pot, coke, quaaludes.

Nineteen eighty is almost here, thank God. The hippies are getting old, they blew their brains on acid and now they're begging on street corners all over San Francisco. Their hair is tangled and their bare feet are thick and gray as shoes. We're sick of them.

The hippies are getting old, they blew their brains on acid and now they're begging on street corners all over San Francisco. Their hair is tangled and their bare feet are thick and gray as shoes. We're sick of them.

Holding my phone, looking out at twinkling Lake Michigan, I understood with sudden clarity that doing the right thing—being right—gets you nothing in this world. It's the sinners everyone loves: the flailers, the scramblers, the bumblers. There was nothing sexy about getting it right the first time.

I'm done. I'm old, I'm sad - that's on a good day. I want out of this mess. But I don't want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.

Unless you can start some worldwide crime wave, I haven't the strength to defy him.

Ever since I've met you, I've wanted to break every rule." Aiden turned away, the muscles in his neck tensing. He sighed. You'll become the centre of someone's world one day. And he'll be the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth.

But May Amelia, Miss EcEwing says, Proper Young Ladies don't go gallivanting around the world on ships. Well I sure ain't no Proper Young Lady Miss McEwing, you can ask any of my brothers here. And every child starts laughing and Wilbert laughs so hard he falls off his chair. Miss EcEwing tries to look serious, but finally her eyes crinkle merrily and she laughs too.

Her first rebellion was to write. Her second was to learn. And her third was to love. She

Katie nosed at the carpet and then gave it a good chew. When it proved recalcitrant enough that she couldn't pull it up, she growled. "Who's a fierce little girl?" I asked her. "Who's going to kick butt and take names and help her big sister get into all kinds of trouble someday?" Devon snorted. "Sometimes, I think the term bad influence was invented specifically with you in mind.

Sometimes all a girl really needed was a very bad idea.

Aren't you supposed to be taking my order?' I asked. 'Bite me. And then you can tell me what's wrong.

Don't you know by now, Heiress? I never get caught.

What fun is it playing by other people's rules?

And then, one Saturday morning, I came down to breakfast, and it all came to a head when she flat-out told me that I wasn't going to training. Straw met camel's back. Breaking commenced. "You have no right to tell me—" "You do not want to finish that sentence, missy. You want to sit down, close your mouth, and eat." "How am I supposed to eat with my mouth closed?" "Bryn, that's enough.

You say 'go away', I hear 'wreak havoc by my side.

Someone tried to kill me, and I'm going swimming. I'm going swimming, because it doesn't matter. I'm going swimming, because I don't matter. I'm going swimming, because that's what Claires do. We swim and we daydream and we read and we wait for someone to care, and they never, ever, ever do.

Toby Hawthorne was a little punk." That was Sheffield again. "No regard for the law, for his own limitations, for anyone but himself.

Goed dan,' zei ik knarsetandend. 'Maar Drake krijgt niets.' Alisa glimlachte kort haar tanden bloot. 'Die muilkorf ik gewoon omdat ik dat leuk vind.