Quotes About Rebellion

è come sollevara una campana di vetro posta sopra una comunità dove tutto funziona come un meccanismo oliato, e vedere i minuscoli, indaffarati abitanti arrestarsi di colpo, boccheggiare, gonfiarsi e librarsi nell'aflusso ( anzi, nel deflusso) della rarefatta atmosfera della norma: poveri esserini spaventati che agitano le braccia impotenti nell'aria indecisa. è così che ci sente a liberarsi dalla routine.

The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. I wanted to dictate my own thrilling letters. Besides, those little shorthand symbols in the book my mother showed me seemed just as bad as let t equal time and let s equal the total distance.

We are born adventurers, and the love of adventures never leaves us till we are very old; old, timid men, in whose interest it is that adventure should quietly die out. This is why all the poets are on one side, and all the laws on the other; for laws are made by, and usually for, old men.

The beer tastes good to my throat, cold and bitter, and the three boys and the beer and the queer freeness of the situation make me feel like laughing forever. So I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. I am looking very healthy and flushed and bright eyed, having both a good tan and a rather excellent fever.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two-- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

You blow up innocent people and get nuts to shoot cops. Get all the angry losers to burn cars in the streets. You're not saving anybody from anything.

For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it! - The Rum Tum Tugger

And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.

I wonder now if she noticed the irony of it all: how she had left a world in order to rebel, to fight for what she considered right, and now, now...

I say to you, daughter, reconsider your glorious resolve, for surely the role of a woman is to give birth, not to throw bombs.

Du bist verrückt, glaube ich. Und ich bin noch viel verrückter als du. Aber ich bin lieber verrückt als normal, du doch auch?

He turned up the car radio and punched buttons until he found something loud and thumpingly exultant, some piece of jolly stupidity from AC/DC.

door, or I'll kick it in. I mean it. And guess whose allowance will pay for the repairs?" She could hear him stirring then, muttering curse words. "No swearing!" she snapped. "You do it!" "Not when I think you can

Don't puke on my scene, ninja boy.

I'm sick of this. Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.

If I say you're a goatherd's son, you say, 'Yes, Lord Ralon.' Alanna gasped with fury. I'd as soon kiss a pig! Is that what you've been doing-kissing pigs? Or being kissed?

Daine put a hand on her bow. It was loaded, but she didn't want to kill Maura's sister. I wouldn't call names, if I was you she retorted. Yolane backed up. Tirell! Oram! Jemis! To me! Oram, on the double! Daine shook her head. Yell all you like, they won't come. They're gone. What do you mean, 'gone'? I mean it's at an end the king knows what you're up to. The rebellion's uncovered. You'll never be queen.

There were real advantages to having a father who didn't care what she did. But if the advantages were so wonderful, why did she feel like crying?

Aniki set her pot on the bench and scooped Pounce up. "I like bad lads with black hearts," she proclaimed. Pounce struggled madly. This is undignified! he said. I am not a toy!

Their life was aimless, that was, literally without aims. This was what living was about, they said. Not to join in, become imprisoned by rules and inhibitions. One should simply exist.

Down the stairs again leapt Art. She whirled across the lower landing, her head full of barking cannon, towering rigging, the creak of timbers, the voice of her mother, Molly. Before her eyes floated the golden oasts of Amer Rica, Persis, and Zanzibari, dolphins springing like silver bullets from the blue mouths of the waves. 'Her father must be fetched!' shouted Miss Eeble. 'She has gone mad!' 'Sane,' remarked Art. 'Gone sane.

If you are a man, you will do it." "Oh no, lady. Only if I am your notion of a man.

Tanaquil gently toed the peeve. I'll unfasten the window. Jump out to the lower roof and run. Stay and bite, said the peeve.