Quotes About Rebellion

She was a free bird: queen of the world and laughing.

She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.

She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belongs to no man and to no city. She knows nothing of borders and invents her own rules and customs. 'Time' for her isn't something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.

she was free in her wildness; that she was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.

He considered himself a Southern loyalist and guerrilla in a Civil War that never ended.

Truth is treason in the empire of lies.

Let the revolution begin.

It's amazing how kids can be brutalized into a mold in witch they it right back to the weaker one and never think of escaping from the whole filthy mess.

Sade never understood how exceptional he was in not feeling frightened of freedom.

But Sade behaved exactly as if he could not tolerate the possibility that his troubles might be over. He launched immediately into a new bout of provocative debauchery.

Songs are dangerous, songs are subversive and can change your life.

And when all feels hopeless, remember that you are in charge of what goes into your body, you don't answer to anyone, and you are allowed to eat anything you want. Often just knowing we can eat whatever we want is enough to keep us from eating whatever we want. We're so rebellious.

Geschändet, entehrt, im Blute watend, von Schmutz triefend – so steht die bürgerliche Gesellschaft da, so ist sie. Nicht wenn sie, geleckt und sittsam, Kultur, Philosophie und Ethik, Ordnung, Frieden und Rechtsstaat mimt – als reißende Bestie, als Hexensabbat der Anarchie, als Pesthauch für Kultur und Menschheit –, so zeigt sie sich in ihrer wahren, nackten Gestalt.

Freedom is always the freedom of the dissenter

My dear, it is very nice here, every day two or three persons are stabbed by soldiers in the city; there are daily arrests, but apart from these it is pretty gay..

There are Indian grandmas who get too much church and Indian grandmas where the church doesn't take, and who are let loose in their old age to shock the young. Zack had one of those last sort.

Once in a while I encounter that oblivion in the form of an unreal me. This unreal me is paralyzed by one bottomless thought: I didn't choose this format. I didn't choose to be organized into a Tookie. What, or who, made that happen? Why? What will happen if I do not accept this outrage? It isn't easy to stay organized in this shape. I can feel what it would be like to stop making the effort.

Olga Tokarczuk's Drive Your Plow over the Bones of the Dead

When Mutti and Vati came in I didn't speak to them. I just unfurled the CAT MOLESTERS banner I had made.

He's fiddling around in his pocket...nothing to worry about...all the young ones fiddle around in their pockets...a pistol? an erection?

She glorified in her unmarried-mother act. In

Képtelen voltam a bÅ'gést abbahagyni... - Nem! Én csak egy bohóc vagyok, bácsikám! - Nem! Azt már nem! csibém! ... Inkább csak faszfej vagy, kicsikém!

Sizi akl? ba??nda sanmalar?n?n en iyi yolu baya?? piÅŸkin olmakt?r. Ä°yiden iyiye piÅŸkinseniz mesele yok, o zaman hemen hemen ne yapsan?z yeridir, ne isterseniz, çoÄŸunluk sizden yanad?r ve kimin deli olup olmad???na karar veren de çoÄŸunluktur

EVERYONE THOUGHT QUINN was watching Meet the Press with Grandma, even Grandma. Lying on the sofa, covered with an afghan, Quinn had simply rolled off and stuffed pillows under the covers while Grandma stared at the screen. Then she had sidled upstairs, out her bedroom window, and down the oak tree growing right by the house.