Quotes About Rebellion

For centuries kings, priests, feudal lords, industrial bosses and parents have insisted that obedience is a virtue and that disobedience is a vice.

Type in Google "Do not push the red button" and… Yeah, push it. It gets better every time.

You must remember that I am descended from the Northumberland Ballingers, not the Hampshire Ballingers. The women of my side of the family do not care a great deal for Society's rules.

Success is the one unpardonable sin against one's fellows.

it's not often in life that you can misbehave for the good of the cause

Olan biten seni ÅŸa??rtmamal? Ä°syan. Kendi kendine kardeÅŸinin sana göre bir üstünlüÄŸü olduÄŸunu tekrar et. +Nas?l bir üstünlük ? -O ,eski bir direniÅŸçinin kardeÅŸi ; sense eski bir kaçakç?n?n.

Heureusement que les monarques vont parfois trop loin, sinon ils ne tomberaient jamais" (dans Léon l'Africain)

C'est que l'Occident ne veut pas qu'on lui ressemble, il veut seulement qu'on lui obéisse.

What up to that point could have been viewed as an internal rebellion within the Church now became a schism in which two rival faiths confronted each other in open hostility.

Women who are inclined to write poetry at all are inspired by being mad at something.

I used to travel in tennis shoes I am just not allowed to anymore. I'm an old hippie from San Francisco.

He highly approved of the bare-legged, I'm-not-wearing-any-underwear-under-your-Oxford look on a girl.

I played this game for myself. Its all you've ever wanted me to do, and I did. And playing for me means you. It means you, and me, and the world can take a flying fuck. It means whatever we do for the rest of our lives, we do it forever, and we do it openly, and—

Yeah, here I am, oh mighty ass-reaming sky-daddy! Here I am! Fucking offering my goddamned penance! Prostrating myself before you, and you know the fun thing? The laugh-riot thing? The goddammit all, God's gonna laugh until he pisses on us thing?

After all, Collin had been voted among his friends as most likely to sneak out of his mother's house, steal a car, get laid, and get back home before the car was reported missing, the come was dry, and breakfast was served.

No, cow woman, I was too busy avoiding your great and powerful ass. It was in my way. Now make up for it and go fetch like the peasant you are." "Bitch." "Heifer.

He liked being the guy who looked legit but who fucked with the fuckers

Jesus fuck a rabbit, Ernie, the hell is wrong with you?

Well, spit on my empty grave--if it ain't the attack of the Disney princesses!

Ah man. I remember the days of lying to my mother about a boy. Once I had a boy hidden in the closet and of course Mom wouldn't leave, so I finally had to pretend to get sick to my stomach just to get her out of the room long enough for him to climb out the window and down the tree. He fell, broke his leg. Ah, to be young again.

It's both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.

I listen to music that is of our time and I just get angry.

My justification is that most people my age spend a lot of time thinking about what they're going to do for the next five or ten years. The time they spend thinking about their life, I just spend drinking.

How easy it all was, to get drunk, to go mad, to vandalise, to commit fraud. Perhaps she had always had criminal tendencies;