Quotes About Rebellion

Forget Being Obedient. A well-meaning suggestion by a spouse or significant other, such as: "Honey, you should have the broiled chicken . . ." or "You shouldn't eat those fries . . ." can set off an inner food rebellion. In this type of food combat, your only weapon to fight back becomes a double order of fries. Our clients call this forget-you eating.

I never wore a tie voluntarily, even though I was forced to wear one for photos when I was young and for official events at school. I used to wrap my tie in a newspaper, and whenever the teacher checked I would quickly put it on again. I'm not used to it. Most Bolivians don't wear ties.

never say amen in church if they're capping off a prayer about you.

Winter is icumen in,Lhude sing Goddamm,Raineth drop and staineth slop,And how the wind doth ramm!Sing: Goddamm.

I wonder why the wind, even the wind doth seem To mock me now, all night, all night, and Have I strayed among the cliffs here They say, some day I'll fall Down through the sea-bit fissures, and no more Know the warm cloak of sun, or bathe The dew across my tired eyes to comfort them. They try to keep me hid within four walls. I will not stay!

In un paese dove ognuno poteva essere felice, volere diversamente era una trasgressione, agire diversamente un delitto.

If this idiot didn't watch his tone, I'd save the orthodox the trouble and run him through with a sword myself.

You are made a slave in a moment by the world, if you don't begin life by defying it.

Peel away the wife, the mother, find the woman within, and there the she devil is.

It seemed to me when I wrote The Life and Loves of a She-Devil that women were so much in the habit of being good it would do nobody any harm if they learned to be a little bad - that is to say, burn down their houses, give away their children, put their husband in prison, steal his money and turn themselves into their husband's mistress.

It's those punk kids." Ruthie Zipperstein grimaced. "They wear those Nazi armbands and the leather pants. Anti-Semites, each and every one of them. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if they were behind what happened at the mikvah.

He didn't operate like anyone she had ever known. If he had rules, she had yet to discover any. When she told him to leave, he ignored her, just as he did when she told him she wanted to leave. And when he made love to her, he could make the whole world go away, until there were only the two of them and redhot fire....

Even the most miserable life is better than a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected.

YERMA. Yo he venido a estas cuatro paredes para no resignarme. Cuando tenga la cabeza atada con un pañuelo para que no se me abra la boca, y las manos bien amarradas dentro del ataúd, en esa hora me habré resignado. JUAN

The artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises within him from three strong voices: the voice of death, with all its foreboding, the voice of love and the voice of art.

I will be the chief European's boy. The dog of a king is a king of dogs.

La pente naturelle, consciente ou inconsciente, de tout humanisme: il grandit l'homme, il l'affranchit, il diminue la part de Dieu, même s'il ne l'oublie pas entièrement. D'une certaine façon, aussi, l'humanisme est toujours contre: contre la soumission exclusive à Dieu, (...) contre tout système qui réduirait la responsabilité de l'homme... Il est revendication perpétuelle. Un fruit de l'orgueil.

Patalear contra la muerte, y ya de paso contra todo lo demás, es el prototipo de sublevación inútil que nunca deja de encontrar angustiada y humorística complicidaden todo optimista bien nacido.

Y quién va a acabar con las FARC? ¿Este hombrecito? Este culibajito no puede ni con su alma. Es más alto de estatura física que de la moral.

Todo en la vejez es impropio: matar, reírse, el sexo, y sobre todo seguir viviendo.

Inútil todo intento de orden ante tan decidida vocación de caos. Y

Y quién va a acabar con las FARC? ¿Este hombrecito? Este culibajito no puede ni con su alma. Es más alto de estatura física que de la moral. Y de la intelectual ni se diga.

Hago el bien porque me lo dictan las pelotas. Las que me cuelgan, grandes como las de mi amigo Gabito, como huevos prehistóricos.

Instalar un fusiladero [...]. Y que vayan cayendo los fumigados y aterrizando sobre ellos los gallinazos.