Quotes About Rebellion

He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words.

a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn

Diese Bilder waren die Welt, und es brodelte in ihr, während sie inmitten der schönen Bücher mit ihren manikürten Titeln saß. Es kochte in ihr, während sie die Seiten anschaute, die bis zum Erbrechen voll mit Absätzen und Worten waren. Ihr Mistkerle, dachte sie. Ihr geliebten Mistkerle.

Was not that Lucifer an angel once?

Now hold up your left palm (you may have to put down this book for a minute) and picture your Wild Child there: 2 inches tall, dressed in skins and bark, covered with scars, waiting for an opportunity to escape or subvert the Dictator's brutal control. Watch until you can see them both clearly in your mind's eye.

Gurathin turned to me. So you don't have a governor module, but we could punish you by looking at you. I looked at him. Probably, right up until I remember I have guns built into my arms.

This had seemed a safe choice, since to be against the Beatles (late-middle period) is to be against life.

As I've already mentioned, 1984 and I were getting on famously. A no-frills setup, run without sentiment, snobbery or cultural favouritism, Airstrip One seemed like my kind of town. (I saw myself as an idealistic young corporal in the Thought Police.)

we took the simple step of illegalising all opposition. And the autobahn to autocracy lay clear.

If you want a couple of weeks in bed (as I did, bi-annually), and if you have indolent and credulous parents, it's amazing what a few packs of French cigarettes will do.

And Keith felt it again (he felt it several times a day): the tingle of license. Everyone could swear now, if they wanted to. The word *fuck* was available to both sexes. It was like a sticky toy, and it was there if you wanted it.

Outer conformity masks inner rebellion. That's you.

Anyone leading a violent rebellion must be prepared to make an honest assessment regarding the possible casualties to a minority population confronting a well-armed, wealthy majority with a fanatical right wing that would delight in exterminating thousands of black men, women and children.

Violent revolts are generated by revolting conditions and there is nothing more dangerous than to build a society with a large segment of people who feel they have no stake in it, who feel they have nothing to lose. To the young victim of the slums, this society has so limited the alternatives of his life that the expression of his manhood is reduced to the ability to defend himself physically.

Ah what harm? Do what you want and feck everybody else is Johnnypateenmichael's motto.

bomb on the footpath used by RUC foot patrols, and then use the AKM to machine-gun them.  As the newsreader read the last few words, I felt tears come to my eyes, knowing that some poor kids could have been caught up in it, hurt, maimed or even worse.  I felt so angry that the IRA could put the lives of kids, kids like mine, in such danger that, at that moment, I didn't care what the IRA did to me. The

You and what army of snaggled toothed wine sots?

And since that fateful day, "I'll do it my way" has been the prideful inclination of every man and woman who has ever lived. We mess up our lives by refusing to accept God's boundaries. We mess them up more by trying to cover the resulting problem with our own flimsy, ridiculous efforts. Instead of humbly submitting to God, we stubbornly refuse to believe that He knows better. We are literally "hell-bent" to do it our own way.

Wild" is what we are whenever we disregard God and rely instead on the world's advice, or on what seems right in our own eyes.

She left home in a huff of tears and landed in Chicago. That soaring city on Lake Michigan suited her outspoken, rebellious ways more than the delicately mannered, cultured city of Charleston ever had.

Why is it, she asked, snuggling closer, that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?

Conscience renders one as unfit for the revolution as a double chin. Conscience eats through the brain like a cancer, until the whole of the grey matter is devoured.

Perhaps because there are those who believe that authority is all of a piece and that to challenge it anywhere is to threaten it everywhere.

The schoolmen peer with dulled eyes from amid the heap of precedents and prescriptions about them, and, distracted by seeing a thing sanctioned neither by precedent nor by prescription, dub the man realist, and rail against him for that his work fits none of their pigeon-holes.