Quotes About Rebellion

i've had enough of this. if you'll excuse me, i'm going to find a tavern where i can pay an underdressed woman to sit it my lap and look very pleased with me while i drink heavily

I would rather be thrown in a fiery pit of hell than return to Wales," Unable to tolerate him for another second, Helen stood and said coolly, "I'm sure that can be arranged, Mr. Vance.

Mama said if I didn't stop reading helpful quotes, she was going to come after me with a switch. I said I'd have to help her up from the sofa first.

You're no longer a wallflower, nor a virgin, nor the helpless child who had to endure life with the Maybricks. You're a viscountess with a sizable fortune, and a scoundrel of a husband. Whose rules will you adhere to now?

He knows the rules," Kathleen said darkly. "And he enjoys breaking them." My

Who are you?" "For you, Honey...I'm trouble.

We're both going to hell," Kathleen said as he kissed along the seam of her clenched thighs. "I've always assumed I would." Devon didn't sound all troubled by the prospect.

She was beautiful in a bold, clean-featured way, as spirited and raffish as a female pirate. She and Rafe had always understood each other, perhaps because neither of them had been able to tolerate the stringent rules set by their parents.

Go to hell," Sebastian muttered. "No doubt that was what you came to tell me tonight. If so, you're about a month too late." "That was my intention," Westcliff admitted. "Now, however, I've decided to stay and have a snifter of brandy while you tell me what in God's name you're doing.

What it lacks in prostitution, it makes up for in drugs and public urination.

What are we drinking to?" I asked. "To escape plans?" "Whose?" "Anyone with the guts," said Sean.

You can keep telling girls to be polite, to keep a level head and it'll all work out in the end. But don't be surprised when they figure out that you've been feeding them lies. Don't be alarmed when they grow tired of using their voices and playing by your rules. And don't be shocked when they decide that if they can't win a fair fight, they'll just have to fight dirty.

I don't do yoga. I bite the hella outta my nails. I smoke, I eat all the wrong food, I don't exercise.

Who says I have rules?" She waves off my question. "Oh, please. You have so many rules, your rules have rules.

Present day—New York City Tequila is the Mexican version of the middle finger, the perfect "fuck you" to someone you either can't kill or haven't

Let feminism be this girl raging at a chandelier.

In every message she spoke of birds, of flight, of the world away. Even back then, she flew against what was presented to her. I wanted to cling to her wings and soar, no matter how intimidated I was.

Every revolution starts with a spark on dry tinder.

I was trying to break out of the suburbs, and when I did break out, I don't think I took my whole self with me - I think I played a role of being too cool and hip.

I wear clothes that most people in the Midwest would probably deem inappropriate at my age. And I rock a bikini all summer long. I know that it's not normal, but I just don't care. I live once.

It was a source of shame for my family that I was in rock and roll, which is so blue-collar. It just isn't done. And I felt it, too.

I loved that the Iranians never quite did what you thought they were going to do, or even, what you wanted them to do. The whole damn place reeked of cheeky bad-boy charm, and to this, I was not immune.

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

My life shall be free and broad and great, and I will not be the slave to the sense delights which chained my ancient ancestry. I reject the heritage. I break the entail. And who are you to say I am unwise?