Quotes About Rebellion

Just who am I?" the rough baritone asked in the infuriatingly amused tone one might use with a temperamental child. You're a monster, she wanted to say. A giant—huge and thickly muscled and terrifying. But she flung back her answer like her papa's own daughter. "You're the rebel bastard Glen Lyon.

There is nothing so aggravating as a fresh boy who is too old to ignore and too young to kick.

Go to the devil, Captain Drake. (Serenity) That's not very ladylike! (Morgan) Then try this one. Go to hell, and…and rot! (Serenity)

You have no idea of the things I've seen. I was a pirate–once. I'm not denying that, nor do I make excuses for it. I was young, angry, and desperate. Three things that make a most lethal combination. I wanted blood from the Brits and I wanted blood from my enemy. (Morgan)

Oh, that's effective," Sin said sarcastically. "Halt or I shall say halt again.

You worthless excuse for a dung dealer. (Stryder)

Ignoring the crowd in the hall and her uncle. Stryder picked her up from her chair and carried her from the room, up the stairs until they reached her bedchamber. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm scandalizing you so that you will have no choice save to marry me in the morning." -Rowena & Stryder

Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth

You in the back," said the principal. "Don't think you can hide. Tell me. What would you like to be?" "Dangerous," said the hidden girl, without a second's hesitation.

Consider yourselves warned, motherfuckers.

in these situations, you followed the rules first. You toed the line. You made sure to cross every t and dot every i. And when that didn't work, it was time to bring out the goddamned gators.

Fucking witch. You say that as if it's an insult,

Anyone who invests alot in military equipment is either a rebel, terrorist or dictator

Ask not what you can do for your country, ask what your country did to you.

To find out who rules over you, just learn who you are not allowed to criticize

Touch me and I'll gut you like the pig you are.

You leave me tied up like a dog? Then you had better remember that this bitch bites!

Admit it, love, you like it when I'm a little bad....

Let's put the fun back in funeral!

My mom always said I liked to stir the pot with a glittering spoon.

An ass lift? At eighty-two? I plan on proudly letting my ass drag when I'm eighty-two. I sure as hell wouldn't—

Her parents had basically abdicated their roles as guardians and she was building a bomb. In order to kill a poodle.

But it had gotten so boring, all that crying and wanting and needing. This year she'd realized that she'd never be like her mom, and the realization had freed her. She stopped trying to get good grades and make good friends, and do everything well. She had flourished in her rebellion, reveled in it.

It isn't the rebels who cause the troubles of the world, it's the troubles that cause the rebels.