Quotes About Rebellion

She will write in a rage where she should write calmly. She will write foolishly where she should write wisely. She will write of herself where she should write of her characters. She is at war with her lot. How could she help but die young, cramped and thwarted?

So, he thinks, may I never go back to the lamplight; to the sitting-room; never finish my book; never knock out my pipe; never ring for Mrs. Turner to clear away; rather let me walk straight on to this great figure, who will, with a toss of her head, mount me on her streamers and let me blow to nothingness with the rest.

I refuse to allow you, Beadle though you are, to turn me off the grass

sedition enters the fortress and our troops rise in insurrection.

Yes, but I still resent the usual order. I will not let myself be made yet to accept the sequence of things. I will walk; I will not change the rhythm of my mind by stopping, by looking; I will walk.

insan doÄŸas? gereÄŸi, t?k nefesli, haz?r kravatl? ve iki haftad?r sakal t?ra?? olmayan küçük bir adamdan aÅŸa?? olduÄŸunun söylenmesinden hoÅŸlanm?yor.

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world's muteness.

What he had really wanted to do was to tear a hole in his world and escape.

Rope-skipping, hopscotch. That old woman in black who sat down next to me on my bench, on my rack of joy (a nymphet was groping under me for a lost marble), and asked if I had stomachache, the insolent hag. Ah, leave me alone in my pubescent park, in my mossy garden. Let them play around me forever. Never grow up.

To the Winds, Victor was a problem child insofar as he refused to be one.

Oh no, I do not gloat over my own person, I do not get all hot wrestling with my soul in a darkened room; I have no desires, save the desire to express myself — in defiance of all the world's muteness.

The two lads were told to wash their hands. The recent thrill of adventure had been superseded by another sort of excitement. They locked themselves up. The tap ran unheeded. Both were in a manly state and moaning like doves.

Non può esservi alcuna sottomissione – perché il fatto stesso che parliamo di questi argomenti indica che vi è curiosità, e la curiosità è insubordinazione nella forma più pura.

how long did I think we were going to live in stuffy cabins, doing filthy things together and never behaving like ordinary people

What mad hope or hate makes the young beast's flanks pulsate, what black stars pierce the heart of the tamer!

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself- in defiance of all the world's muteness.

Say, wouldn't Mother be absolutely mad if she found out we were lovers

What he really wanted was to tear a hole in his world and escape.

Someone remind me why I didn't want to be an accountant when I grew up," Brock drawled. Niko chuckled. "Because accountants don't get to make things go boom.

Be reasonable? Fuck you. How's that for calm and reasonable?

Do I look like I need a fucking group hug?

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones … who burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the sky.

I've got a mind to turn you over my knee and spank the spoiled hell out of you

No bra," he said against her mouth. "Thank you. I hate those things. Dumbest human invention. Ever.