Quotes About Rebellion

Nico Rossi wasn't a good boy. He was a bad boy dressed in a good suit.

Nowadays you have to pay a very high price to become a bohemian.

A cat sees no good reason why it should obey another animal, even if it does stand on two legs.

Soixante-huitards, for sure, Frédéric says afterward, meaning they probably threw a few cobblestones in 1968.

PIGEON MY ARSE!

A man ought to be a source of shame to his father, don't you think? If I ever have a son, I hope he makes my life hell. How, otherwise, will there ever be any progress?

Just so did they want to crush our friendship, now. It was against the rules. I

I wish that, if anyone should look for faults in this, then they will find them with me, with me and my queer nature, that set me so at odds with the world and all its ordinary rules, I could not find a place in it to live and be content.

Getting money from my dad is a finesse job. Luckily, I have finesse coming out of my arse. I barged into his study without knocking, marched across to his desk, and held out my hand. "Give me twenty pounds," I snapped. "I need twenty pounds. Give it to me. Now!

People were so scared of telling the truth because the truth was chaotic and complicated and decidedly uncool, but uncool was the way I rolled. Or it would be if I used tired old phrases like 'That's the way I roll', which I so don't.

She settled for snatching up the apple strudel still warm in its tinfoil shroud and throwing it at him. 'I'll give you darkness, you sanctimonious fucker!

She was different to other women, that's why. She hadn't gone all fluttery-eyed on him. Instead, she'd stood up to him, and for some reason that difference meant he'd lost the ability to resist. "Contrary bastard," he muttered to himself.

The very first radical known to man who rebelled against the establishment and did it so effectively that he at least won his own kingdom -- Lucifer.

Lest we forget at least an over-the-shoulder acknowledgment to the very first radical: from all our legends, mythology, and history (and who is to know where mythology leaves off and history begins—or which is which), the first radical known to man who rebelled against the establishment and did it so effectively that he at least won his own kingdom—Lucifer. —SAUL ALINSKY

If life wasn't going to be like a Hollywood film, there was only one option: fuck life and rent the film instead.

But humans want to usurp the place of God, making themselves the center of the Story.

his son was a weak and mentally unstable young man with sadistic inclinations—which went a long way toward explaining his current flirtation with the British—

By popular account, on the morning of June 5, 1916, Emir Hussein climbed to a tower of his palace in Mecca and fired an old musket in the direction of the city's Turkish fort. It was the signal to rebellion, and by the end of that day Hussein's followers had launched attacks against a number of Turkish strongpoints across the length of the Hejaz.

Even if an Arab uprising was somehow launched, Prüfer suggested in his usual trenchant way, it would receive little mass support "due to the frivolousness of the population.

Of course, it's wrong to set a fire on purpose, but if you have a small fire already burning, let it burn and see who, if anyone, complains, runs away, or comes to help. Similar truths are discovered by breaking rules: you need to break some to learn which are just for show and which ones matter.

fuck 'em all. i wear my pain proudly like a loud scarf around some Manhattan bitch's neck and i hold the leash of the poodle otherwise known as Dead To The World proudly in front of me as it takes a shit on the lawn of city hall

today is a good day for murder love hatred sex violence drugs revisionist attitudes anarchy of the sense letters and the like teatime exists in the MinD snarling underground day addiction

i'm still waiting for someone to kick in the groove wake us up get the juices flowing and you know the shit gets more stale a little more square every day and we're diggin our own grave jumpin in head first and still we cry out for leaders to take us away start the groove over but the tunes are the same doesn't really matter where you start.

W]hen you find yourself face to face with one [Bondsmage], you bow and scrape and mind your 'sirs' and 'madams.'" ... 'Nice bird, asshole,' said Locke.