Quotes About Rebellion

I'm a typical American, half of me is dying to give myself away and the other half is continually rebelling.

Trying to be anti-cool is just one exponent off trying to be cool -- it's the same beast.

The people who are rebelling meaningfully don't buy a lot of stuff.

jailhouse tatts always look like they were done by sadistic children on rainy afternoons.

Gately's snapped to the fact that people of a certain age and level of like life-experience believe they're immortal: college students and alcoholics/addicts are the worst: they deep-down believe they're exempt from the laws of physics and statistics that ironly govern everybody else.

Well it totally freaks them out, what do you think? And I just about die of the embarrassment. I don't ever know what to say. What do you say if you just shouted "Victory for the Forces of Democratic Freedom!" right when you came?

Irony and hip ennui are extremely authoritarian.

Let's not sit around and give each other hand-jobs.

These kids should be out drinking beer and seeing films and having panty raids and losing virginities and writhing to suggestive music, not making up long, sad, convoluted stories.

In one scene she says fuck.

In America, we think of rebellion as this very sexy thing that involves action and force and looks good.

Je n'accepterai point d'endosser l'habit rouge du soldat ni qu'on m'envoie tirer sur mon ami français, allemand ou arabe dans une querelle dont le sens m'échappe : je me rebellerai plutôt. Je n'accepterai pas non plus de gaspiller mon temps et mon énergie à fabriquer un colifichet dont je sais que seul un imbécile en voudra : je me rebellerai plutôt.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite, That ever I was born to set it right!

By that sin fell the angels.

Não tenho dormido. Entre a ação de um ato terrível e o primeiro gesto, todo esse intervalo é como um fantasma ou um sonho odioso: O Génio e os instrumentos mortais estão nessa altura reunidos; e a condição do homem, equiparável a um pequeno reino, sofre então a natureza de uma insurreição.

Let us to it pellmell. If not to Heaven, then hand in hand to Hell.

I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.

Caliban: As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness!

To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation

Then I defy you, stars!

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey?

As his own state and ours, 'tis to be chid—As we rate boys who, being mature in knowledge, Pawn their experience to their present pleasure, And so rebel to judgment.