Quotes About Rebellion

"I will not kiss your f.ing flag"

We burned not a home, but a symbol. We burned a symbol to the ground.

I was talking about Cady's hair," says Bonnie. "You don't have to tell her she looks dead." "It's okay," I tell Bonnie. "I don't actually care what you think, so it's perfectly okay.

Noel shook his head. "You think better of this scene than I do, Ruby. Don't you see how fake those girls are? Let it go. Have a laugh about it when you're older. Forget that junk." I wanted to believe him, to skip off to some punk-rock hangout and develop ironic distance and start over in a universe where it didn't matter what any of these people thought about me. But I couldn't. I just loved them.

Johnny leapt off the boat and threw his own vest on the dock. First thing, he ran up to Mirren and kicked her. Then he kicked me. Kicked the twins. Walked over to our grandparents and stood up straight. "Good to see you, Granny and Granddad. I look forward to a happy summer.

They do sometimes go crazy, these people, because the world is telling them not to want the things they want. it can seem saner to give up - but then one goes insane from giving up.

Now is when we can stop pretending to be normal.

The four of us did what we were afraid to do. We burned not a home, but a symbol. We burned a symbol to the ground.

You're like the warrior princess of the Tate universe," said Noel. He lowered his voice to sound like a TV announcer: "No matter what they said about her. No matter what people thought! Ruby Oliver was undaunted. She gave parties, she kissed other people's boyfriends, she held hands with strange men. In her magical silver dress, she kicked the asses of one and all who dared to stand in her way…

We didn't sob and bleed, we did something instead. Made a change." "Kind of,"says Mirren. "Are you kidding? We burned that fucking palace to the ground.

I understand our story now. We are criminals. A band of four.

He did not even look back at the castle that had been his home. There, he would never even have a name. Now, he was free to go forth and make a name for himself in the wide, wide world. And maybe, just maybe, he'd come back one day, and burn that fucking palace to the ground.

I cried and bit my fingers and drank wine I snuck from the Clairmont pantry. I spun violently into the sky, raging and banging stars from their moorings, swirling and vomiting. I

I am an arsonist

Club members refuse to abide by certain unwritten rules, and they make people aware of the existence of those rules by breaking them in public situations.

And Gat did shut up, but his face contorted. He stood abruptly, picked up a rock from the sand, and threw it with all his force. He pulled off his sweatshirt and kicked off his shoes. Then he walked into the sea in his jeans. Angry.

and neither one of us begged grandad for the fucking tablecloths.

Morals lead to order; passions lead to revolution.

Catch me coming to my senses, when it's so delightful to be mad. I'm too sharp for that.

I wonder how long they'll keep me here? Forever, I hope. Until I get cured. I hope they won't cure me; I vow I won't be cured. It's a great deal too pleasant to be mad, and I'll stay so.

The lot of the man who has rebelled too much is to have no energy left except for disappointment.

How does it happen that in life as in literature, rebellion, however pure, has something false about it, whereas resignation, however tainted with listlessness, always gives the impression of authenticity

At times he entertained the dream. Two men can defy the world.

Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.