Quotes About Rebellion

The leaves were sun-baked lizards, stirring towards the sea that churned its chain of silver snakes, which would, if given half the chance, coil round, pull him out of this urban setting, vomit him on dry land.

Kids must coddle their excitements. Soon enough the normies have you surrounded. It's all barricades, bullhorns. Come out, come out with your wonder abated.

Some nights," I said, "I picture myself naked, covered in napalm, running down the street. But then it's not napalm. It's apple butter. And it's not a street. It's my mother.

You've flaunted my authority, coddled that boy, and let him do as he pleases.

I was used to hiding magazines inside my Bible so I'd have something to read during Father's sermons. I never would have dreamed that someday I'd be doing it the other way around.

Of all God's creatures there is only one that cannot be made the slave of the lash. That one is the cat.

How little this is the state of our country, needs not to be told. The edicts of an English academy would, probably, be read by many, only that they may be sure to disobey them.

Th' eternal eye, whose sight discerns Abstrusest thoughts, from forth his holy mount,And from within the golden lamps that burn Nightly before him, saw, without their light, Rebellion rising.Milton'sParadise Lost,b. v.

My mom would never ride an ATV,' he said. 'But you did.' 'Is that a good thing?' I asked. He traced my lips with his fingertip. 'Yes.' My body melted like a candy bar on the dashboard.

Then we all sat around; we were supposed to be awed. I was brattishly unawed.

to never again be led like sheep to the slaughter.

To be a killjoy is often to be assigned as being emotional, too emotional; letting your feelings get in the way of your judgment; letting your feelings get in the way. Your feelings can be the site of a rebellion. A feminist heart beats the wrong way; feminism is hearty.

So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus? It's like Charlie told the cop. For this old man, this is home.

paraded around town in an elephant cage, an elephant who repeatedly pulled her stake and stole the lemonade

And then I laugh, because it's so ridiculous and so gorgeous and it's all I can do to not melt into a fit of giggles. So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

And then I laugh, because it's so ridiculous and so gorgeous and it's all I can do to not melt into a fit of giggles. [...] If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

She still felt like a punked-out, faux-leather-wearing, free-thinking Bratz doll in a sea of Pretty Princess of Preppyland Barbies.

It's as if once you hit high school, you're programmed, like a robot, to be an asshole to your parents.

The initial phase of this revolt was the Farmers' Alliance movement, born on the Texas frontier.

You, have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit. And you, have that whole blonde cool and collected perfect smart thing going on. You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with. You, are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day.

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

This was just not fair. To get a taste of freedom, only to instantly be punished for it.

I'm saying that, you know, we never get to go to the beach and just, you know, let loose. Fall in love and be different, with no permanent record. We live in our permanent record.

She was looking right at me, shaking her head, and I told myself she was wrong, so wrong, even as she spoke. "You're a goner.