Quotes About Rebellion

My dad had said don't look, but I'd already seen him. Pickled eggs are the Devil's snack.

Imagine the least well-adjusted kid in your school starting a breakaway clique of people whose manifesto includes a ban on the media, dancing, smoking, temperate climates, movies, drinking rock 'n' roll, having sex for fun, swimming, make-up, jewellery, playing pool, going to cities, or staying up past nine o'clock. That was Menno all over. Thanks a lot, Menno.

What's a little inferno in your bonnet.

Matrix passò il Rubicone in uno stato di trance psicologica, incapace di percepire le acque che gli mulinavano intorno. Era un ragazzino e stava scivolando in maniera lenta e inesorabile nella delinquenza. In qualche recesso della sua mente era consapevole che forse qualcosa non andava, ma nel cyberspazio le linee di demarcazione sono molto confuse, sempre che siano visibili.

Adam hid in the Garden of Eden. Moses tried to substitute his brother. Jonah jumped a boat and was swallowed by a whale...Man likes to run from God. It's a tradition.

What happened to me? I asked myself. Morris's high, smoky voice took me back to my university years, when I thought rich people were evil, a shirt and tie were prison clothes, and life without freedom to get up and go - motorcycle beneath you, breeze in your face, down the streets of Paris, into the mountains of Tibet - was not a good life at all. What happened to me?

Someone had carved into the metal wall, a corroded scrawl I hadn't noticed before. The words were upside-down—etched higher than I could reach—but easy to read: LOIS YOU SUCK BUTT! Suck butt, I said. You suck butt. What a crazy thing to do. I didn't want to think about it. That's dumb, I told myself.

She's finished her cigarette but hasn't put it out properly, so it's still smoking in the ashtray. I crush mine into it, grinding until both stop burning.

What you need is sustained outrage...there's far too much unthinking respect given to authority.

As they say around the Texas Legislature, if you can't drink their whiskey, screw their women, take their money, and vote against 'em anyway, you don't belong in office.

Once, Lina's mom had come home with a pantsuit for Lina, a Theodore knockoff. Lina had stuffed it in the back of her drawer. It mattered to her not to try.

Arif expended so much energy defining himself in opposition to other people, other musical tastes, other fashions, other views, other politics, other members of his own family that he was too exhausted to know who he really was. He thought she was weak and he was strong because he rebelled and she did not. But it took strength to work hard and do your duty, and it was she who had what she wanted in this world. He didn't even know what he wanted. She felt sorry for him.

This is the meaning of Star Wars: we were rebels; we are Empire. And like all rebellious children, we were but going through a phase. We are getting ready for adulthood, after we sowed a few wild oats. Once grown, we put on our imperial uniform, and bowed to the Empire. It is your destiny. Right? Unless—

My mother, wore the mask, she thought as she napped the neck of the lead enforcer. And now I wear it. But it is not all that I am. Her friends -- her family -- were disarming the enforcers, or killing them before they could react. Some carried simple fishing knives loaned by the locals, and others had grabbed their own weapons from the sand. They were improving, adapting, and surviving, the way Enfys's mother had taught them. They underestimate us, and that is why they lose

Free Kashyyyk.

The critic said, but don't you feel awkward about biting the hand that feeds you? I said no, I enjoy just gnawing it up to the shoulder.

Ah, McAllister laughed, free thinkers at seventeen!

Tom is a filthy little pustule. If you quote me, I'll deny it!

I could not be corseted, either literally or figuratively, into any conventional feminine mould.

As many are coming to realize, the fetish for structurelessness, the rebellion against any kind of institutionalization, is not a luxury today's transformative movements can afford.

Next you will cry about taxation without representation, and throw a basket of tea into the harbor. You are indeed a very Jacobin at heart, and I think I must give up trying to cure you of it; I can but wash my hands and deny responsibility

It seems to me after a fellow has been mutinied against three or four times, there is something to it besides bad luck.

He'd also agreed to be betrothed to the Archduke of Varsha's daughter, a girl of nine who had evidently impressed him a great deal by being able to spit across a garden plot. I was a little dubious about this as a foundation for marriage, but I suppose it wasn't much worse than marrying her because her father might have stirred up rebellion, otherwise.

If you will pardon my saying so, Tharkay said, you will never satisfy them on that point: the last thing you or Temeraire will ever give anyone is quiet obedience. Have you considered it might be better not to try?