Quotes About Rebellion

Childhood is cannibals and psychotics vomiting in your mouth!

Se acabó! dijo Max, y envió a los monstruos a la cama sin cenar. Y Max, el rey de todos los monstruos se sintió solo y quería estar donde alguien lo quisiera más que a nadie. Entonces desde el otro lado del mundo lo envolvió un olor de comida rica y ya no quiso ser el rey del lugar donde viven los monstruos.

It happened that at the late age of twenty-seven I had run away from home. High time, you might say; but rebels can't always be choosers.

The goddamn kid just sat there and out of the blue thrust his middle finger in the air and waved it at Jon with a brazen defiance only ten-year-olds and Nazis can muster.

This isn't an accident; this happens because to people at the top, the scariest thing is how many people there are below. They need to watch us. They need to monitor what we're thinking. It's the only thing between them and a guillotine.

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somewhere along the line, this freedom stuff got way out of control.

I am a Tory Anarchist. I should like everyone to go about doing just as he pleased--short of altering any of the things to which I have grown accustomed.

Marcella cared nothing for men's admiration, and yet, instead of retiring to one of those nunneries which are founded for her kind, she chose to rove the mountains, causing despair to all the shepherds.

Suppose he went to the Bursar, obtained an exeat, fled straight to London!

They also wouldn't let me climb the waist-thick trunk up to the square bunches of small

In Florence I rebelled and told her that frankly I thought her Fra Angelico rather mawkish. Then I corrected myself and said "naive." She didn't deny it, on the contrary, she was delighted; it couldn't be naïve enough for her. What I enjoyed was campari!

You come before the judgment seat of God full of rebellion and mistakes. Because of his justice he cannot dismiss your sin, but because of his love he cannot dismiss you. So, in an act which stunned the heavens, he punished himself on the cross for your sins. God's justice and love are equally honored. And you, God's creation, are forgiven.

Ponder the achievement of God. He doesn't condone our sin, nor does he compromise his standard. He doesn't ignore our rebellion, nor does he relax his demands. Rather than dismiss our sin, he assumes our sin and, incredibly, sentences himself. God's holiness is honored. Our sin is punished....and we are redeemed. God does what we cannot do so we can be what we dare not dream: perfect before God.

Death is God's way of taking people away from evil. From what kind of evil? An extended disease? An addiction? A dark season of rebellion? We don't know. But we know that no person lives one day more or less than God intends. "All the days planned for me were written in your book before I was one day old" (Ps. 139:16).

I refused to cook. When I had to wash dishes, I would crack one or two. "Bad girl," my mother yelled, and sometimes that made me gloat rather than cry. Isn't a bad girl almost a boy?

I want to throw up what I am asked to contain and to digest.

Independence is a heady draft, and if you drink it in your youth, it can have the same effect on the brain as young wine does. It does not matter that its taste is not always appealing. It is addictive and with each drink you want more.

He never went to church, which Bailey and I thought also proved he was a very courageous person. How great it would be to grow up like that, to be able to stare religion down..

I'm not wearing any underwear.

More often than not he wore jeans with at least half a dozen holes, flip-flops that made him look like he was heading to the beach and a T-shirt, usually with a snarky saying. Today's offering was "Heavily armed, easily pissed.

She'll be just like me and drive her daddy crazy.

Man, was he going to get shit for throwing in with the women, but hell, ask him if he gave a fuck.

shut the fuck up and let's go blow the fuck out of those goatherding motherfuckers who have Nathan." Donovan cracked a smile. "Yippee ki-yay." "Fuckin' A." "Sarah's been on you about the language, huh." Garrett snarled in response and then muttered a few more F bombs for good measure. "Yeah, you better get them all out now because when you get back home, no more F words for you." "Fuck you, Van. Just fuck you.