Quotes About Rebellion

Don't listen to him.' He shakes his head with an exasperated look at his father. 'He's full of bad old-guy advice.' 'Just because I'm bad,' Madoc says with a grunt, 'doesn't mean the advice is.

Boldness is rewarded. But what about all those girls, all those obedient girls who trusted and loved and wed and died? Weren't they bold, too?

I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules," I say. "But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am going to be something else." "Only idiots aren't scared of things that are scary," Taryn says, which is undoubtedly true, but still fails to dissuade me.

Normal people," they'd say with a shudder. "Normal people think they're happy, but that because they're too dumb to know any different. Better to be miserable and interesting, right, kiddo?

Lying on his bed feels like wiping my dirty peasant feet on the throne.

I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules," I say. "But I am done being weak. I am done being good. I think I am going to be something else.

She reminded herself that there was nothing they could do to her. She was already like them. Already dead.

If I am to be a cat, let me give you a scratch.

What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong? Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.

There's nothing so fearsome as the revolt of a sheep," said de Marsay.

Shut up," said Madeline. "I thought we didn't say 'shut up' in our house." "Fuck off, then," said Madeline.

Bad boys don't bring you coffee in bed, I'll tell you that for free.

then wandered off, probably to climb a ladder, because his sons had informed him that seventy was too old to climb ladders, so he liked to find excuses to climb them as often as possible.

Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. That's right, she thinks. We should all be raging and raving and brandishing our walking sticks: We don't want to go! And by the way, we want our legs and arms and backs to stop HURTING!! She will ask Thomas to find the rest of that poem on the Internet for her.

The younger man sitting next to her, her son perhaps, who looked to be in his forties, had a bar code tattooed on the back of his tanned neck, as if he were a supermarket product.

Fuck it, maybe she'd even get her hair cut.

refusing to give him the satisfaction.

If it is permissible to write plays that are not intended to be seen, I should like to see who can prevent me from writing a book no one can read.

Tell em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell.

Mama always told me I was crazy and my hoes say Im amazing but I dont listen to a lady.

The peace sign is just a trigger and a middle finger.

Nigga Im the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet.

Im about to go Andre the Giant, you a sell out but I aint buyin.

You know the cops dont like us, because they wanna rock just like us.