Quotes About Rebellion

LA EMOCIÓN DEL IDEAL Cuando pones la proa visionaria hacia una estrella y tiendes el ala hacia tal excelsitud inasible, afanoso de perfección y rebelde a la mediocridad, llevas en ti el resorte misterioso de un Ideal. Es ascua sagrada, capaz de templarte para grandes acciones. Custódiala; si la dejas apagar no se reenciende jamás. Y si ella muere en ti, quedas inerte: fría bazofia humana.

Youth is lazy. What galvanizes it is our opposition.

Mira aquí tus plantas, pues, todo el altivo rigor de este corazón traidor que rendirse no creía, adorando, vida mía, la esclavitud de tu amor.

There are no tyrants if there are no slaves.

Tomorrow at 7, I shall be shot; but I am innocent of the crime of rebellion. I am going to die with a tranquil conscience.

The only way to succeed is to make people hate you.

Cato Would Lucius have me live to swell the number Of Caesar's slaves, or by a base submission 30 Give up the cause of Rome, and own a tyrant?

Subt copaci, f?r? de a rosti cuvânt, el o strânse la pieptul s?u; bra?ele li se împletir? în jurul trupurilor ?i pân? în zori, ca ?i cum ar fi fost cusu?i cu a?e tari, nu-?i desf?cur? strânsoarea. În pofida regelui ?i a str?jerilor, iubi?ii se bucurar? de dragostea lor.

The people count for nothing in revolutions, or at most count only as a passive instrument.

Pétain's mission was to quell the rebellion and continue prosecution of the war.

I WAS wearing jeans and a slightly grubby polo shirt, partly to remind Koblenz that I wasn't on official Stoddard Associates business. And to let him know I wasn't playing by the rules of the suit-and-tie world. Also because it was more comfortable than a suit.

Cars whooshed by. Somewhere nearby a dog was barking. A couple of girls in halter tops were smoking, which they couldn't do inside the Anchor. A gang of overgrown frat boys were jeering, and one of them was pissing in the alley next to the bar. The restrooms there were so malodorous that no one ever used them more than once.

La France vivant, saignante, est toute dans les profondeurs. C'est vers l'ombre qu'elle tourne son visage inconnu et vrai. Peuple que, dans les catacombes de la révolte, forme sa lumière et trouve sa propre loi.

I-156. Whereto with speedy words th' Arch-fiend reply'd. / Fall'n Cherube, to be weak is miserable / Doing or Suffering: but of this be sure, / To do ought good never will be our task, / But ever to do ill our sole delight, / As being the contrary to his high will / Whom we resist.

Confronting authority, one has only two choices: Surrender, or try to confuse it.

We should like to have some towering geniuses, to reveal us to ourselves in color and fire, but of course they would have to fit into the pattern of our society and be able to take orders from sound administrative types.

Only on Sundays do you come across political scout troops with sandals, walking sticks, and knives. In the woods they do round dances, they rave about nature, and have big brawls with each other. It's a strange, baffling young generation. It covet's the poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling, but not his shy piety and love of nature.

I am not a man of my time. In fact I find it hard not to declare myself its enemy. Not, as I often remark, that I fail to understand it. My comment is merely a pious one. Because I am easy-going I prefer not to be aggressive or hostile and therefore I say that I do not understand those matters which I ought to say I hate or despise. I have sharp ears but I pretend to be hard of hearing, finding as I do that is more elegant to feign this handicap than to admit that I have heard some vulgar sound

A skyscraper is the incarnate rebellion against the supposedly unattainable; against the mystery of altitude, against the otherworldliness of the cerulean.

The young cat stared defiantly into Fireheart's eyes, and Fireheart felt his annoyance turning to anger. "It's a pigeon, not a dove!" he spat. "And a true warrior shows more respect for the prey that feeds his Clan." "Yeah, right!" retorted Cloudpaw. "I didn't see Thornpaw show much respect for that squirrel he dragged back to camp yesterday. He said it was so dopey, a kit could have caught it.

Because I was afraid she would claw my ears off if I forbade her from going

His breath caught in his throat as he looked up at Bramblestar. That felt so . . . wrong.

You'll be feeling more than impatience if you keep giving me rubbish tasks like this! he predicted mutinously.

Yes, Darkstripe," Firepaw mewed, dipping his head submissively. He turned and muttered "Dirtstripe!" under his breath