Quotes About Rebellion

Let me fall out of a window with confetti in my hair deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs I'll tell you all my secrets but I'll lie about my past and send me off to bed forevermore

Humor results when society says you can't scratch certain things in public, but they itch in public.

For enslaved people who had spent their entire lives under the shadow of the whip, without any military training of experience with guns, to one day pick up a firearm or a machete or even a rock and oppose a superior force must have taken an extraordinary level of nerve. The thirst for liberty was powerful enough to overcome even the fear of probable death.

If Samuel Sharpe had been trying to seize the attention of the mother country – just as Nat Turner had given the American South a brief window through which to reconsider slavery – he succeeded far beyond what he might have hoped. Never before had enslaved people spoken so loudly in Britain.

Fuck you, Taft.

So there we were shooting Jack Daniels into our veins, like what the fuck we can just drink it.

But what everybody always loved Mötley Crüe for was being a fucking decadent band: for being able to walk in a room and inhale all the alcohol, girls, pills, and trouble in sight.

Our image, our attitude, and our message was as antiauthority, proshock, and indulgent as you could get. It didn't hurt that we looked insane, that we were insane, and that all of us, separately and especially together, were trouble magnets.

We were always about the rebellion at the heart of America not only because we lived that way but also because rock-and-roll has always been salvation for horny, aggressive teenagers as much as it's always been nothing but a fucking racket to their parents.

Show me the bastard who come up with this notion that who's running the goddamn show is some grumpy, embittered, sexually frustrated old fart with a long white beard hiding like a gutless coward behind some puffed-up cloud and I'll slice his goddamn balls off.

Let me guess: you were one of those kids who had a chair dedicated to you in detention in school." "Was not. They retired my chair after it sort of accidentally caught on fire. There's a plaque there now.

Like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.

When I was seven I got dressed up as a city gent and walked into the Bank of England shouting ' fuck the Pound'.

It has nothing to do with whether you like God's rules. It's not your kingdom. If you want to operate by your own rules, then you need to go out and create your own world. But as long as you are in God's world, where God has set the rules, you must abide by His rules or you become a rebel against His kingdom government.

Favorite food? Blues (speed). Miscellaneous likes? Birds. Professional ambition? To smash one hundred drum kits. Personal ambition? To stay young forever. There you have it, the world of Keith Moon effectively encapsulated in a few choice words. Straightforward hedonistic pleasures, cheerfully destructive tendencies, and an unattainable goal, except in the words that Townshend had just written and which Moon alone would live up/down to: 'Hope I die before I get old.

I'll moider de bum.

Smokers of the world unite! On t'count o' three, all light up, right? 1-2-3... You've all been cowed. I've changed the law and it's allowed. Try again then. 1-2-3: all light your fags now after me.

I know what that is, 'he said. 'That's drugs, that is.' 'You're a genius, aren't you?' 'Dad will kill you' 'Then I'll be dead.' Then they were both silent, thinking about the room down the hall that no one was allowed to touch, that no one was allowed to enter, and the brother who you were not alloewd to mention in this house. The brother you could't even fucking mention

Så jækla langt vekke. En plog, noen biler, en temmelig lita dame fra Estland eller Litauen å ta bakfra. I have a dream... Alle mannfolk har et sted hvor de blir forsvarsløse. Ikke rart at jeg bare vil jækla langt vekk, og kjøre plogen, og ta ei dame bakfra og være i fred.

My father was a minister and so rock music was banned in our house.

Never was a cornflake girl; Thought it was a good solution: hanging with the raisin girls.

There's a young girl in me who refuses to die.

Wise as she was, she realized that people can postpone their rebellious phases until they're eighty-five years old, and she decided to keep an eye on herself.

Is it true you were born i the eighteen-hundreds?" Sophia yelled through the window. "What of it?" Grandmother answered, very distinctly. "What do you know about the eighteen-hundreds?" "Nothing, and i'm not interested, either," Sophia shouted and ran away.