Quotes About Rebellion

You tried,' Kelsier replied, his voice loud and firm, carrying across the square. 'But you can't kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that thing you've never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope.

Whatever this man wanted, Kelsier's instincts said that he shouldn't be allowed to have it.

We may not be the ones to kill Steelheart. But even if we fail, we might be the cause of his death. Someday.

Then I will be proven wrong," Sazed said. He turned, looking into her eyes. "But kindly remember that the last ime I disobeyed the Synod, the result was the collapse of the Final Empire and the freedom of our people.

I represent that one thing you've never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope - Kelsier

When the situation seems hopeless you need Lift: "Relax, grandpa. Steal the rock. I can do that.

We were supposed to be Defiant.

Yes," I said. "Those things enslaved my people for decades! I wouldn't think you'd set them loose on the galaxy." "This human is very well trained," the official said.

In the end, they will kill us, but first, they shall fear us!

I'm good at doing things I'm not supposed to," she said, then kicked the door open.

Kelsier had, apparently, insisted on laughing, no matter how bad the situation. It had been a form of rebellion to him.

It hadn't been for the money, the fame, or even—as most suspected—for revenge. Kelsier knew Mare's heart. He'd known that she dreamed of days when plants flourished and the sky was not red.

You don't believe that though," FM said. "Why not, if that's what you were taught?" "Do you believe everything you're told?" I asked. "No," FM said. "But it's hard for most people to ignore the dominant messaging sometimes, especially when no one is willing to speak against it." "Oh

Remember, obedience is defiance.

We cannot let them convince us this is normal!

People generally don't know what they want, though they almost uniformly hate being told what it should be.

He was a symbol. A living banner to destroy.

I will not bow, I will not break, I will shut the world away.

she would be the first to admit a little revolutionary spirit still lived within her.

As a young man Mannix was disgusted to see his cousin John Cagney take off his cap to Robert Sanders. 'I always do that to my superiors,' Cagney explained. 'Well, my advice to you is to go about bald-headed,' Daniel retorted.8

If I did not wear torn pants, orthopedic shoes, frantic disheveled hair, that is to say, if I did not tone down my beauty, people would go mad. Married men would run amuck.

When I came back to Dublin I was courtmartialed in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.

And in those fleeting moments, she understands that however much we might wish to sever ourselves from the past, ties of blood and memory remain. Even the most rebellious soul cannot be immune to that human truth.

Young Christians are sick of pablum. It doesn't work anymore. They are tired of rabbinical hair-splitting, empty liturgical apparatus, Sunday school minutiae, the ghostly voices of the old regime; they reject stuck minds and methods and by their indifference to structures and traditional authorities