Quotes About Rebellion

Hear the rebels' voices calling 'I shall not die, though you bury me!' from 'Aisling

But when I clicked over to my e-mail program, it was just another "great opportunity" spam, this time adding the words "don't delete!" to the subject line. With a sense of perverse satisfaction, I deleted it. It was probably the only act of rebellion I'd get away with all day.

Get back in my cot, girl," said Gilsa. "You're sickly." No, I'm not," said Ani. Oh, no? Well, maybe stubbornness is a sickness, did you ever think of that?

No matter that we could be beheaded for this," said Esa. "Heads are overrated." "Yes, they are so unfashionable," said Miri, imitating an Aslandian accent. "This spring, ladies of style are wearing their feathers in their necks.

No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.

If you're listening Big Brother, I refuse to be Fanny Price.

Hear the leaves applauding Hear the wind hurrahing Hear the surf guffawing The ways of old are dead The queen has lost her head

No, she wasn't going to go to Martin's, curse him, but she wasn't going to run back to her room either, if just to spite Mr. Nobley. The man deserved to be spited. Or spitted. Or both.

The heavy blade hung high above the prisoners, glinting against the stars, and then the Razor came down, a wedge of falling darkness cutting through the torchlight. One solid thump, and four more heads had been shaved from their bodies.

instead of kissing and being kissed, I'll go through airports praising people, like an Antichrist saying, You do not need to change your life.

God damn it, you sang, in your chains, for every thief crucified, for every King and X hash-hashinated, for every Shepard hung by butcher birds from the wire, for every whole note hung by its rope from the score... gnashing lies till they were dead, shaking the lies' bodies to be sure they did not twitch

Electra Gates would never concern herself with how much lard should be in pie dough, I thought; but then, I was not Electra Gates. I wanted pie, something that didn't seem to interest romantic heroines.

The British are the only people in history crass enough to have made revolutionaries out of Americans.

Indians paid, in other words, for the privilege of being conquered by the British.

Why did it seem like the only way to live-was to disobey?

get nostalgic for being a teenager for this reason. It never occurred to me then to be nice to other people. I look back at that time as a time of great freedom—but that was the great freedom, that I didn't give a fuck. I cannot give a fuck more than I already do. I feel it would be the end of me. Having children is nice. What a great victory to be not-nice. The nicest thing to give the world is a child. Do I ever want to be that nice?

why can't you see i'm a kid', said the kid. Why try to make me like you? Why are you hurt when I don't cuddle? Why do you sigh when I splash through a puddle? Why do you scream when I do what I did? Im a kid.

I am here and I am safe and I am sick of it.

I abhor the idea of a perfect world. It would bore me to tears.

Irish revolutionaries.

Sometimes the two of them had gone out in the night from his cabin to steal a watermelon or two from some farmer—stolen watermelons are sweeter—and brought them back where, on top of the haystack beside the cabin, they would eat the dripping hearts while bats flitted across the stars. His

People should riot for their freedom but first they have to understand who they are and how they are ruled.

Hey, hey!" Gwen said excitedly. "Look at this! Look at this!" She extended her arm and gave him the finger.

She never discussed her past in detail, but a few tidbits she'd dropped here and there over the last few months they'd all been hanging together convinced Ronnie and Sissy that the woman hadn't merely lived on the wild side, but instead owned prime real estate there.