Quotes About Rebellion

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Arthur Rimbaud

Were God to show grace to all of Adam's descendants, men would at once conclude that He was righteously compelled to take them to heaven as meet compensation for allowing the human race to fall into sin. But the great God in under no obligation to any of his creatures, least of all to those who are rebels against him.

Mar gayee bulbul qafas mein Keh gayee sayyaad se Apni sunehri gaand mein Tu thoons le fasl-e-bahaar She died in her cage, the little bird, These words she left for her captor – Please take the spring harvest And shove it up your gilded arse

Faced with the Real World, she clung nervously to old remembered rules, and had no one but herself to rebel against.

Man's subliminal urge to destroy what he could neither subdue nor deify

That a woman that they had already damned, now had little left to lose, and could therefore be dangerous.

Still the Amaltas bloomed, a brilliant, defiant yellow. Each blazing summer it reached up and whispered to the hot brown sky, Fuck You.

Ammu shook her and told her to Stoppit and she Stoppited.

She said, "I'm not marrying anybody." When I asked her why she felt that way, she said she wanted to be free to die irresponsibly, without notice and for no reason.

Vi?ai izveidoj?s sp?c?ga netaisn?bas izj?ta un ietiep?gs, bezr?p?gs raksturs, k?ds rodas, tad, kad K?du Mazu visu m?žu sp?dzina K?ds Lielais. Vi?a neko nedar?ja, lai izvair?tos no str?diem un konfliktiem. Paties?bu sakot, vi?a tos pat mekl?ja, varb?t vi?ai tie pat patika.

once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

Dava l'impressione di essere sfuggita al guinzaglio. Come se stesse camminando libera mentre tutti gli altri venivano portati a spasso come animali dometici. Quasi ci stese guardando rispettosamente, un po' sovrappensiero, da una certa distanza, mentre noi avanzavamo trotterellando, grati ai nostri padroni, felici di perpetuare la nostra schiavitù.

As she grew older, Ammu learned to live with this cold, calculating cruelty. She developed a lofty sense of injustice and the mulish, reckless streak that develops in Someone Small who has been bullied all their lives by Someone Big. She did exactly nothing to avoid quarrels and confrontations. In fact, it could be argued that she sought them out, perhaps even enjoyed them.

She died in her cage, the little bird These words she left for her captor Please take the spring harvest And shove it up your gilded arse

Perhaps Ammu, Estha and she were the worst transgressors. But it wasn't just them. It was the others too. They all broke the rules. They all crossed into forbidden territory. They all tampered with the laws that lay down who should be loved and how. And how much.

They all tampered with the laws that lay down who should be loved and how. And how much.

You do not rush to obey those who seek to command you. Your independence makes people puzzle over you.

A revolutionary woman can't have no reactionary man.

I lost my sister, Gennie, to my silence and her pain and despair, to both our angers and to a world's cruelty that destroys its own young in passing—not even as a rebel gesture or sacrifice or hope for another living of the spirit, but out of not noticing or caring about the destruction.

We were young. We were bored. And the old electroshock therapy machine was just under the stairs in a box next to the Hoover.

As I sat in the hot, salty water, I thought, 'No wonder Mr. Bubble always gives me a urinary tract infection and hives.' Mr. Bubble was for common people. Mr. Bubble was for my so-called brother, their true child. I was a Vanderbilt. I should bathe in condiments and seasonings.

Freedom was what we had. Nobody told us when to go to bed. Nobody told us to do our homework. Nobody told us we couldn't drink two six-packs of Budweiser and then throw up in the Maytag. So why did we feel so trapped? Why did I feel like I had no options in my life when it seemed that options were the only thing I DID have?

As I sat in the hot, salty water, I thought, 'No wonder Mr. Bubble always gave me a urinary tract infection and hives.' Mr Bubble was for common people. Mr. Bubble was for my so-called brother, their true child. I was a Vanderbilt. I should bathe in condiments and seasonings. It was in my Vanderbilt genes.