Quotes About Rebellion

Satan can do nothing about God's unshakable kingdom directly, but only indirectly through human infirmity and rebellion.

If you are a writer for a specific nation or a specific race, then fuck you.

When all else fails, don't take it in silence: scream like hell, scream like Jericho was tumbling down, serenaded by a brace of trombones, scream

Look, you runny-nosed little runt. You're going to back off right now, or I'm going to rip that safety pin out of your nose and pin your mouth shut.

I don't care if he's the prince," she fired back.

This building doesn't just break the rules, Langdon thought. It ignores them completely.

por cada locura de los padres, los hijos cometen otra de igual magnitud, pero en el sentido opuesto.

Al diablo con este auditorio vacío", declara. "Mi hotel está aquí al lado. ¡Vayamos al bar!".

The people who control this country are the real gangsters. You know that, right? And if you play by their rules, you're nothing but their slave.

If you're going to break the rules, you might as well break them correctly.

They had been attacked by guys in golf carts with blow guns, jumped off a cliff, been locked in a burning school, and had their heads stapled, but putting coins in a slot machine was considered too dangerous for kids. Go figure.

I wish we had the technology to fight God on an equal basis. To beard him in his den. To fight back for all of the injustices heaped on humanity. To allow him to alter his smug arrogance or be blown to hell.

Stand as I did after throwing the switch, a murderer, a betrayer, but still proud, feet firmly planted on Hyperion's shifting sand, head held high, fist raised against the sky, crying "A plague on both your houses!

The roof was torn off the gym. God's way of telling the jocks that they'd better remember who's really charge.

I never had so much as one thought of it being the hand of God, or that it was a just punishment for my sin—my rebellious behaviour against my father—or my present sins, which were great—or so much as a punishment for the general course of my wicked life.

Maybe, generations ago, young people rebelled out of some clear motive, but now, we know we're rebelling. Between teen movies and sex-ed textbooks we're so ready for our rebellious phase we can't help but feel it's safe, contained. It will turn out all right, despite the risk, snug in the shell of rebellion narrative. Rebellion narrative, does that make sense? It was appropriate to do, so we did it.

The bus driver gave me a why-the-hell-aren't-you-at-school look and I gave him a shut-up-you're-a-bus-driver-so-bus-drive look right back.

I don't have to answer to you," Adam said, instantly and harshly. He brushed his pants off like he'd just buried his mother.

You don't say," Helena said. She took a cigarette out of her ripped purse and lit it because she smoked. She was a smoker.

Tell you what I don't like about a place so goddamned orderly like this. As an artist . . . it's the lines that get me. All the straight lines in the walls, on the floors, in the corners that turn into boxes—like coffins.

I danced with too many squares tonight. Let's melt 'em all down.

The first time I read the ad, I choked and cursed and spat and threw the paper to the floor.

The revolt hadn't been put down, it had just dwindled away into a fashion statement.

Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.