Quotes About Rebellion

all witches must keep up a certain level of deviance in their personal lives, or we should be expelled from the union.

Once there was a girl who ate an apple not meant for her...Up until the apples, she had been living in a wonderful house in the wilderness, happy in her fate and her ways. She had seven aunts and seven uncles and a postdoctorate in anthropology.

She passed a hand over her eyes. A year and more now, that she had needed glasses. 'Look', those glasses said from her desk. 'Look how much you are not like the others. You grow older and your eyes wear out. In case you could ever mistake yourself for belonging'. Marya supposed this was why no one asked after stolen fairy tale girls. What embarassment they turn out to be. They grow tempers; they join the army; they need glasses. Who wants them?

Why is it safe for you and not for me?" whispered Marya Morevna. "Because you're still a girl." The vintovnik grinned. "Girls have to obey rules. Chyerti break them.

Marya supposed this was why no one asked after stolen fairy tale girls. What embarrassments they turn out to be. They grow tempers; they join the army; they need glasses. Who wants them?

My old friends, you must help me! Tell me what it is that a girl does in the way that a spider weaves, so that Solace will not grow up to be the wrong sort of girl." We like the wrong sorts of girls, they wrote. They are usually the ones worth writing about.

St. Oscar says SCRAM to all that. Just be trash together and love as long as you can and then stop when you can't anymore and be trash separately.

We like the wrong sort of girls", they wrote. "They are usually the ones worth writing about.

Today I shall be a wicked murderous tyrant and crush something nice under my heel.

Thomas did not pay much attention to his lessons that day. It hardly mattered as Mrs. Wilkinson only seemed interested in how to make an "A" and what colour was magenta and how to add one and one together. Thomas knew all that. Only that morning he'd been reading a book full of big violent illustrations of the great battles of Britain, with quite a lot of magenta in it.

His parties have room for all. Come on in. Nobody to look at you funny in here. Nobody to tell you not to have that drink, kiss that fella, smash that chair, light that chandelier on fire. Do it all. Do it all forever.

Lugudel on kombeks oma iseloomu muuta. Nad on taltsutamatud, nad ei allu reeglitele ja kalduvad huligaansusele ja kustutuskummide loopimisele. Sellepärast tuleb nad paksudesse, rasketesse raamatutesse kinni panna, et nad ei pääseks välja ega teeks pahandust.

Mindannyian a hatalom szörny? hajtóm?vében élünk, amely csikorog, sípol és éget, és így senki sem mondja: a térképre rajzolt vonalak butaságok.

Defy your own group. Rebel against yourself.

Like the rich boarding school kid who gets away with a hit-and-run, getting away with it doesn't mean that you're lawless but that you are above the law. The bad-boy artist can do whatever he wants because of who he is. Transgressive bad-boy art is, in fact, the most risk-averse, an endless loop of warmed-over stunts for an audience of one: the banker collector.

Holden Caulfield was just some rich prep school kid who cursed like an old man, spent money like water, and took taxis everywhere. He was an entitled asshole who was as supercilious as the classmates he calls "phony.

If Enron and Walmart got drunk in Vegas and had an evil corporate love child, Fiendish would be their rebellious teenage son." ~Kate

Some people might think this erratic, possibly a cause for concern. She preferred to think of it as not giving a single, solitary fuck.

Vos quod milia multa basiorum Legistis, male me marem putatis? Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.

Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo

Be adored among men, God, three-numberéd form; Wring thy rebel, dogged in den, Man's malice, with wrecking and storm. Beyond saying sweet, past telling of tongue, Thou art lightning and love, I found it, a winter and warm; Father and fondler of heart thou hast wrung: Hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then.

Laten we ons nergens wat van aantrekken en op de gewone tijd gaan eten.

Wie weet, wordt mijn Ziel steeds gezonder, of misschien ook niet - ik heb van die dingen erg weinig verstand - maar in ieder geval trekt hij zich tegenwoordig van heel wat zaken geen bal meer aan.

Godverdomme,' zei hij, 'gooi iemand anders wat op zijn poten.