Quotes About Rebellion

Ce soir-là, . . . vous rentrez aux cafés éclatants, Vous demandez des bocks ou de la limonade . . . On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans Et qu'on a des tilleuls verts sur la promenade.

He malgastado mi vida. ¡Vamos! Finjamos, holguemos, ¡oh piedad! Y existiremos divirtiéndonos, soñando amores monstruosos y universos fantásticos, quejándonos y combatiendo las apariencias del mundo, saltimbanqui, mendigo, artista, bandido, ¡sacerdote! Sobre mi lecho de hospital, el olor del incienso retornó a mí tan potente; guardián de aromas sagrados, confesor, mártir…

When I was very young, I admired hardened criminals locked behind prison doors; I visited inns and taverns they frequented; with their eyes, I saw the blue sky and the blossoming work of the fields; I tracked their scent through cities. They were more powerful than saints, more prudent than explorers—and they, they alone, were witnesses to glory and reason!

moja ojczyzna powstaje!... Wol? j? ogl?da? siedz?c?... [Pi?tnastoletni Arthur Rimbaud w li?cie do Georgesa Izambard z 25 sierpnia 1870]

O vento Sul me fez lembrar miseráveis incidentes de infância, meus desesperos de verão, a horrível quantidade de força e de ciência que o destino sempre afastou de mim. Não! não passaremos o verão neste país mesquinho onde nada mais seremos que noivos órfãos. Quero que este braço teso não arraste mais uma imagem querida.

Mi-e sil? de toate meseriile.MeÅŸteri sau lucr?tori,toÅ£i sunt niÅŸte ??rani nemernici.Mâna care Å£ine condeiul nu-i mai prejos decât mâna care-mpinge plugul.Ce secol al mâinilor!Eu,unul,n-o s? am niciodat? o mân? ca lumea.Åži apoi,slug?rnicia duce prea departe.CerÅŸetoria cinstit? m? umple de mâhnire.UcigaÅŸii sunt la fel de dezgust?tori ca scapeÅ£ii;eu,îns? r?mân neatins,ÅŸi de altfel mi-e totuna.

Cui s? m? vând?C?rei jivine s? m? închin?Ce icoan? sfânt? s? sf?râm?Ce inimi s? frâng?Ce minciuni s? spun? În sângele cui s? calc?

Am încetat s? îndr?gesc plictiseala.Furiile,dezm??ul,nebunia--c?reia îi cunosc toate avânturile ÅŸi toate pr?buÅŸirile,întreaga mea povar? a fost lep?dat?.S? m?sur?m f?r? a ameÅ£i întinderea inocenÅ£ei mele.

Cielos! ¡Somos ya bastantes los condenados aquí abajo! ¡Llevo ya tanto tiempo en su rebaño! Los conozco a todos. Nos reconocemos siempre; nos damos asco.

Con diecisiete años, no puedes ser formal. —¡Una tarde, te asqueas de jarra y limonada, de los cafés ruidosos con lustros deslumbrantes! —Y te vas por los tilos verdes de la alameda. ¡Qué bien huelen los tilos en las tardes de junio! El aire es tan suave que hay que bajar los párpados; Y el viento rumoroso —la ciudad no está lejos— trae aromas de vides y aromas de cerveza.

On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans Et qu'on a des tilleuls verts sur la promenade.

On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans.

A while back, if I remember right, my life was one long party where all hearts were open wide, where all wines kept flowing. One night, I sat Beauty down on my lap.—And I found her galling.—And I roughed her up. I armed myself against justice. I ran away. O witches, O misery, O hatred, my treasure's been turned over to you! (Lines 1-5)

I shall gash myself all over. I shall tattoo myself. I want to become as hideous as a Mongol. You'll see, I'll go screaming through the streets.

Men will allow God to be everywhere except on His throne. They will allow Him to be in His workshop to fashion worlds and make stars. They will allow Him to be in His almonry to dispense His alms and bestow His bounties. They will allow Him to sustain the earth and bear up the pillars thereof, or light the lamps of heaven, or rule the waves of the ever-moving ocean; but when God ascends His throne, His creatures then gnash their teeth.

To ask for anything contrary to His will is not prayer, but rank rebellion.

Esos hijoputas ya son difíciles como aliados, así que cuando sepan que estamos fusilando a los paisanos para que los pinte al óleo ese tipo, Goya, figúrese la que nos pueden organizar.

de vez en cuando el género humano necesite irse un rato al carajo. Irse bien ido, y que alguien dé un empujoncito para facilitar el viaje. Tal

Paco Montegrifo was the sort of man who decides, as soon as he's old enough to make such decisions, that black socks are strictly for chauffeurs and waiters and opts instead for socks of only the darkest navy blue.

Fucking incredible! Four miles in five minutes, with a slight maneuver to avoid an oil barge anchored halfway in. And when the HJ peeled away and abandoned the pursuit and the helicopter began to fall back and gain altitude, Teresa stood up in the middle of the speedboat and, still illuminated by the spotlight, lifted a triumphant single finger. Adiós Cabróooon.

Estoy harto de este matasiete de salón, con su cordón rojo y su desvergüenza camuflada tras una seca cortesía que a nadie engaña. Si me anda buscando, es hora de que me encuentre.

Ah, bien dicho, señor. Un libertino ocupa el lugar social que otros muchos hombres no se atreven o no pueden ocupar... Les falta, o nos falta, lo que hay que tener.

Se alejan los tres discutiendo, de vuelta al rincón de los mapas. Y Pato alcanza a escuchar unas últimas palabras. —En la 42.ª División se fusila poco, Faustino. Os lo vengo diciendo y no me hacéis caso… Se escarmienta y se fusila poco.

recaudadores, magistrados, escribanos y sanguijuelas sin recato, y las grandes hazañas dieron paso a la dominación sin escrúpulos, los andrajos, el bandidaje y la miseria, que abonarían disturbios y sublevaciones sangrientas