Quotes About Rebellion

What our age needs, what it demands, what it will create for itself, is—terror.

Mais qu'était-ce que l'humanisme ? C'était l'amour des hommes, ce n'était pas autre chose, et par là même l'humanisme était aussi une politique, une attitude de révolte contre tout ce qui souille et déshonore l'idée de l'homme.

Pero ¿qué era el humanismo? El amor a la humanidad, nada más, y por eso mismo el humanismo también era política, también era rebelión contra todo cuanto mancillara y deshonrara la idea de humanidad.

Gott verdamme den Frühling!

a born objector, I saw that at once, down on the existing order; and that always gives me the impression that the person is spoilt—I can't help it.

All sorrow, hardship, difficulty, struggle, pain, unhappiness, and ultimately death itself can be traced to rebellion against God's love for us.

The hand of Providence creeps among the stars, giving Slothrop the finger.

These times are unfriendly toward Worlds alternative to this one

She drove like one of the damned on holiday.

Some of us are Outlaws, and some Trespassers upon the very World.

It took me till I was lying among the Rats and Vermin, upon the freezing edge of a Future invisible, to understand that my name had never been my own,— rather belonging, all this time, to the Authorities, who forbade me to change it, or withhold it, as 'twere a Ring upon the Collar of a Beast, ever waiting for the Lead to be fasten'd on. . . .

You see how many whips and things there are here. Our horses are very, very naughty.

No matter how the official narrative of this turns out there are the places we should be looking, not in newspapers or television but at the margins, graffiti, uncontrolled utterances, bad dreamers who sleep in public and scream in their sleep.

Fuck you," whispers Slothrop. It's the only spell he knows, and a pretty good all-purpose one at that.

Print causes Civil Unrest,— Civil Unrest in any Ship at Sea is intolerable. Coffee as well. Where are newpapers found? In those damnable Whig Coffee-Houses. Eh? A Potion stimulating rebellion and immoderate desires.

One of the sweetest fruits of victory, after sleep and looting, must be the chance to ignore no-parking signs.

Fuck the war. They were in love.

Got a hardon in my fist, Don't be pissed, Re-enlist-- Snap--to, Slothrop! Jackson, I don't give a fuck, Just give me my ruptured duck! Snap--to, Slothrop! No one here can love or comprehend me, They just look for someplace else to send...me... Tap my head and mike my brain, Stick that needle in my vein, Slothrop, snap to!

Don't you get tired of seeing so many non-conformists with the same non-conformist look?

I long to do wild, passionate things.

Even the photographs were on the mantelpiece and the medicine bottles on the shelf above the wash-stand. Her clothes lay across a chair—her outdoor things, a purple cape and a round hat with a plume in it. Looking at them she wished that she was going away from this house, too. And she saw herself driving away from them all in a little buggy, driving away from everybody and not even waving.

You know what they say of revolutionaries—'Once it is over, we must vanish, for the fire that destroys cannot build.

Les femmes ont raison de se rebeller contre les lois parce que nous les avons faites sans elles », c'est un homme qui avait écrit ça, il s'appelait Montaigne. Ce

If she also heard Mrs. Glendoveer's voice warning her against this ill-advised adventure, she did not listen. She felt too bright inside.