Quotes About Rebellion

War upon rebellion was messy and slow, like eating soup with a knife.

It seemed that rebellion must have an unassailable base, something guarded not merely from attack, but from the fear of it: such a base as we had in the Red Sea Parts, the desert, or in the minds of the men we converted to our creed.

Najsmaczniejszy jest ten papieros przed ?niadaniem. Skraca ?ycie. Od wielu lat mozolnie skracam sobie ?ycie. I wszyscy ukradkiem skracaj? swoj? egzystencj?. Co? w tym musi by?. Jaki? wy?szy nakaz albo mo?e prawo natury przeludnionego globu.

ja od dziecka rozstaje si? z ?yciem i nie mog? rozsta?. Marudz? na przejazdach kolejowych, chodz? pod ?cianami, gdzie spadaj? dachówki, upijam si? do utraty przytomno?ci, napastuj? chuliganów. I tak zbli?am si? do mety.

wy wszyscy, którzy uruchamiacie od czasu do czasu swoje leniwe zwoje mózgowe, podlegacie takim samym pragnieniom i ambicjom. Takim samym strachom i odruchom samozag?ady. Takim samym buntom i rezygnacjom.

A mój abonament na ?ycie dawno ju? wyekspirowa?. ?yj? poza limitem. Wszystkich irytuj?, pana Boga tak?e.

Was stworzy? ten re?ym. Jeste?cie wydzielin? tego systemu, ?ebrem z cia?a tej tyranii. Wy jeste?cie z Biesów Dostojewskiego, a nie z opowiada? ?eromskiego czy Struga.

Mam wra?enie, jakby ten kraj naprawd? umiera?. -Tyle lat szarpaniny. Zestarzeli?my si?, skapcanieli?my wydaj?c te nasze pó?legalne biuletyny, odezwy, które ma?o kto czyta. Owszem, m?odzie?. Ale m?odzie? ?eni si?, p?odzi dzieci, kupuje ma?ego fiata, wydzier?awia dzia?eczk?, sadzi pomidory. Zalewa nas mieszcza?stwo, sowieckie mieszcza?stwo.

Good girls go to Heaven. Bad girls go to Vegas.

He crossed the road when the signal was red, that's his problem!

The second . . . when a tenant farmer raises his hand against his landlord and master, regardless of the reasons . . . it leads to unpleasant social repercussions.

Only good girls keep diaries. Bad girls don't have time.

They say it's the good girls who keep diaries. The bad girls never have the time. Me, I just wanna live a life I'm gonna remember even if I don't write it down.

And then women will fuck men instead of men fucking them. And then this place can be burned to the ground.

The Rebel's bad attitude is a form of protection Take a look at J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye. Holden Caulfield has just been expelled from his prep school for academic failure. Bright and sensitive, he narrates his story in a cynical, jaded voice. Holden longs for a beautiful and innocent world. He cannot bear the hypocrisy of the those around him; his attitude is an attempt to protect himself from pain and disappointment.

Every now and then I like to do as I'm told, just to confuse people.

Every now and then I like to do as I'm told, just to confuse people.

This is the one thing I hope: that she never stopped. I hope when her body couldn't run any farther she left it behind like everything else that tried to hold her down, she floored the pedal and she went like wildfire, streamed down night freeways with both hands off the wheel and her head back screaming to the sky like a lynx, white lines and green lights whipping away into the dark, her tires inches off the ground and freedom crashing up her spine.

Everyone else we knew growing up is the same: image of their parents, no matter how loud they told themselves they'd be different

I spend my days watching soap operas, eating bonbons and plotting society's downfall.

Always fuck with people's expectations, sunshine. It's good for their circulation.

The band was no Led Zeppelin, but they had smart lyrics, a great drummer and that reckless shine that bands did have, back then, when no one had anything to lose and the fact that you didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of making it big didn't matter, because throwing your whole heart into this band was the only thing that stopped you being just another futureless dole bunny moping in his bedsit. It gave them something: a drop of magic.

I threw flips and cartwheels straight across the grass, fuck my imaginary stitches, fuck whether Lexie had done gymnastics, I couldn't remember the last time I had been this drunk and I loved it. I wanted to dive deeper into it and never come up for air, open my mouth and take a huge breath and drown on this night

She was wearing combat trousers and a wine-colored woollen sweater with sleeves that came down past her wrists, and clunky runners, and I put this down as affectation: Look, I'm too cool for your conventions. The spark of animosity this ignited increased my attraction to her. There is a side of me that is most intensely attracted to women who annoy me.