Quotes About Rebellion

An effective tsar could be harsh provided he was consistently harsh. Rulers are often killed not for brutality but for inconsistency.

But sometimes you have to break rules because nothing is perfect.

In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.

NO PDA,school rules. And besides she's my partner dickhead." said Alex.

Sometimes you have to steer away from the crowd in order to be a better person. It's not always easy, that's for sure. But it's right. And sometimes doing the right thing feels good, even if it does end up in a trip to the principal's office.

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck. "Whoa, girl," he says taken aback. "I thought we were keepin' this thing between us a secret. I hate to tell you, but a bunch of north siders from Fairfield are right over there. And they're starin' at us" "I don't care. Not anymore" "Why" "You only live once

It's pure instinct that makes me rebel every time someone tries to control my life and hand out more rules.

Alex and Carlos—the tag team from hell. They're the last people I need shit from right now. If they decide to trail me, too, I'll have an entire entourage. "I'm fine." "Then sit up and talk to us." "Okay, in that case I'm not fine. Go away." I moan. "Unless you want me to puke all over you.

What happens when I break one of your fuckin' rules?

Then what sport do you play?" Carlos puts down his food. Oh, no. He's got a rebellious gleam in his eye as he says, "The horizontal tango." ------------------------------------------- "Dancing really isn't a sport," Brandon tells Carlos, oblivious to the shock at the rest of the table. "It is when I do it," Carlos says. ------------------------------------------- Brandon turns to my dad with big, innocent eyes. "Daddy, do YOU know how to do the horizontal tango?

Being told when to shit, shower, shave, eat, and sleep isn't my idea of paradise. But then again, Paradise, where i grew up, wasn't paradise either. I'm wondering if paradise is just some word in the dictionary with the definition: this doesn't fucking exist. --Caleb to himself

What's the use in having a reputation if you can't ruin it every now and then?

What are you gonna do if I break one of your *&^%$ing rules?

Mildred waves Carlos over. 'Let me look at you.' She eyes him up and down. 'I saw you when you walked in. What's with all those tattoos? Makes you look like a hooligan.' 'I suspect I am a hooligan,' he says to her. 'Whatever that means.

Fuck you," Alex growls. He shoves back his chair and walks away. "That's the old Alex I used to know! I understand that language loud and clear," I call after him.

Get a grip, Dad. I'm not going to do anything you wouldn't do at my age.' He stands up and says, 'That's it. You're canceling this date.

What's with all those tattoos? Makes you look like a hooligan." "I suspect I am a hooligan.

You're not good at following directions, are you?" He grins as if saying, I'm a gang member, what did you expect?

Sorry I didn't do better," he said. "I'll have to come back another year and have another lesson." I clenched my hands and clung hard to this promise that I knew he couldn't keep. I wanted to rebel against what was happening, against the clumsiness and crudity of life, but instead I stood quiet a moment, almost passive, then wheeled away and carried his cornet to the buggy. (Cornet at Night)

Magna Carta is such a fellow that he will have no sovereign.

Rules only make sense if they are both kept and broken. Breaking the rule is one way of observing it.

A greenery-yallery, Grosvenor Gallery,Foot-in-the-grave young man!

It is, it is a glorious thingTo be a Pirate King.

The fear came from the fact that what he did was unpredictable. He did not play by the rules, and once those rules had been broken, I imagined that anything was possible