Quotes About Rebellion

Ich bin immer in einem Mann-Mannesverhältnis zu den sogenannten großen Ideen gestanden; vielleicht auch zu den mit Recht so genannten: Ich glaube mich nicht zur Unterordnung geboren, sie haben mich gereizt, sie zu stürzen und andere an ihrer Stelle zu setzen. Ja, vielleicht bin ich gerade von dieser Eifersucht zur Wissenschaft geführt worden, deren Gesetze man in Gemeinschaft sucht und auch nicht für unverbrüchlich ansieht.

Well, you were the Boss's poodle. And you liked it. You liked to be spit on. You weren't human. You weren't real. That's what I thought. But I was wrong, Tiny. Somewhere down in you there was something made you human. You resented being spit on. Even for money.

Here she was, stretched out on her back on a concrete bench, reading a book. It was The fountainhead , that noxious piece of crap that was then enjoying a certain vogue.

There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.

For a citizen who abides by the law, the law is distant and difficult to find. For those who reject and violate it, the law emerges from its musty sepulchers and goes in search of the transgressor.

Rules are made to be broken. Injustice makes the rules, and courage breaks them.

George Orwell lo escribió en su libro 1984: "En un tiempo de engaño universal, decir la verdad es un acto revolucionario.

Ash? Get bent and die.

Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by – not because she had no future but because she had no past.

It doesn't seem FAIR, said Anne rebelliously. Babies are born and live where they are not wanted-where they will be neglected-where they have no chance. I would have loved my baby so-and cared for it tenderly-and tried to give her every chance for good. And yet I wasn't allowed to keep her.

I hate to go mincing through life, afraid to take a single long step for fear somebody is watching. I want to wave my wild tail and walk by my wild lone. There wasn't a bit of real harm in my opening that window and talking to Perry. There wasn't even any harm in his trying to kiss me. He just did it to tease me. Oh, I hate conventions. As you say, hang consequences.' 'But we can't hang 'em, Pussy - that's just the trouble. They're more likely to hang us.

The other day Nan said, 'Nothing can ever be quite the same for any of us again.' It made me feel rebellious. Why shouldn't things be the same again - when everything is over and Jem and Jerry are back? We'll all be happy and jolly again and these days will seem just like a bad dream.

It was so easy to defy once you got started. The first step was the only one that really counted.

We... Charlotta the Fourth and I... live in defiance of every known law of diet. ~ Miss Lavendar, chap 27

Aunt Wellington, of whom Valancy stood in abject awe, would tell her about Olive's new chiffon dress and Cecil's last devoted letter. Valancy would have to look as pleased and interested as if the dress and letter had been hers or else Aunt Wellington would be offended. And Valancy had long ago decided that she would rather offend God than Aunt Wellington, because God might forgive her but Aunt Wellington never would.

Valancy, your poor father would turn over in his grave if he could hear you, said Mrs. Frederick. I dare say he would like that for a change, said Valancy brazenly

I don't feel like tame domestic joys today. I want to feel alone and free and wild.

It was not, of course, a proper thing to do. But then I have never pretended, nor ever will pretend, that Emily was a proper child. Books are not written about proper children. They would be so dull nobody would read them.

Pussy, however, refused to get down.

We all enjoyed our turnovers except Sara Ray. She ate hers but she knew she should not have done so. Her mother did not approve of snacks between meals, or of jam turnovers at any time. Once, when Sara was in a brown study, I asked her what she was thinking of. I'm trying to think of something ma hasn't forbid, she answered with a sigh. We

Heretics are wicked, but they're mighty int'resting.

In the afternoon we all repaired to the orchard, Bibles and hymn books in hand. We did not think it necessary to inform the grown-ups of what was in the wind. You could never tell what kink a grown-up would take. They might not think it proper to play any sort of a game on Sunday, not even a Christian game. Least said was soonest mended where grown-ups were concerned.

Because he isn't cherished, he's allowed to aim beyond his parents' petty goals. He can leave all of them behind.

Somewhere along the Rio Concho, he had stopped feeling that he lived in a world where ledgers mattered.