Quotes About Rebellion

By breaking the rules of the game, he has disrupted the game as such. He has exposed it as a mere game.

And something inside the young man cracked. The small compartment in the back of his mind, where man closets his fears, ties them up, controls and commands them, broke open and they surged across brain and nerves and muscles—a nightmare flood in open rebellion.

The sickness of humanity is only added to, when people begin things that others are trying to stop

I live on an island called Ireland where most of the music is shite. I grew up listening to "Danny Boy"; I grew up hating Danny Boy, and all his siblings and his granny. "The pipes, the pipes are caw-haw-hawing." Anything with pipes or fiddles or even - forgive me, Paul - banjos, I detested. Songs of loss, of love, of going across the sea; songs of defiance and rebellion - I vomited on all of them.

when Greek subjects of the Ottoman Empire raised the flag of revolution

Our tradition is that of the first man who sneaked away to the creek when the tribe did not really need fish.

I'm so ugly, as a kid, I once stuck my head out the window and got arrested for mooning.

When I was a kid, I got no respect. I told my mother I'm gonna run away from home. She said, "On your mark…

The Byzantine governor assembled an army considerably larger than that of the Normans and rebels. He then sent a herald to the opposing camp offering either the Normans' safe return to Lombard territory or battle. In response, an enormous Norman knight smashed his mailed fist on the head of the Byzantine herald's horse; the horse fell dead on the spot. (Yes, this actually happened, historians agree.)23 The battle began the next day.

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Where all your rights become only an accumulated wrong; where men must beg with bated breath for leave to subsist in their own land, to think their own thoughts, to sing their own songs, to garner the fruits of their own labors...then surely it is a braver, a saner and truer thing, to be a rebel in act and deed against such circumstances as these than tamely to accept it as the natural lot of men.

We don't need no educationWe don't need no thought controlNo dark sarcasm in the classroomTeacher leave them kids aloneHey! Teacher! Leave them kids aloneAll in all it's just another brick in the wall.All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

No dark sarcasm, in the classroom.

How, I wondered, could a fifteen-year-old boy act like this without getting his ass kicked every time he opened his mouth?

Marty grinned as he backed toward the door. "Green eggs and mamba," he said, then ran.

Long-term travel isn't an act of rebellion against society; it's an act of common sense within society.

In reality, long-term travel has nothing to do with demographics- age, ideology, income- and everything to do with personal outlook. Long-term travel isn't about being a college student, it's about being a student of daily life. Long-term travel isn't an act of rebellion against society; it's an act of common sense within society. Long-term travel doesn't require a massive "bundle of cash", it requires only that we walk through the world in a more deliberate way.

Every human being must have a point at which he stands against the culture, where he says, this is me and the damned world can go to hell.

Recall how often in human history the saint and the rebel have be the same person. (p. 35)

The poet, like the lover, is a menace on the assembly line.

I think Dostoevsky was right, that every human being must have a point at which he stands against the culture, where he says, this is me and the damned world can go to hell.

If, when he first begins tentatively to say "No," his parents beat him down rather than love and encourage him, he thereafter will say "No" not as a form of true independent strength but as a mere rebellion.

Ma i sognatori non erano ben visti; il sogno e la ribellione sono sempre andati a braccetto.

all intolerable local situations have become world situations, with the result that the whole world has become a local situation, here, under your nose, staring at you, and when your sensitivity is still alive and not dulled, that is, when you are young, if all you can do is stare back at it helplessly, you run amok, you blow up, you smash whatever is at hand, you express yourself, you seek a release.