Quotes About Rebellion

The principle, on which the war was waged by the North, was simply this: That men may rightfully be compelled to submit to, and support, a government that they do not want; and that resistance, on their part, makes them traitors and criminals.

And if all womankind banded together and took the male path, the world would turn into one huge brothel.

The British Army and Navy sang a rousing song called "Heart of Oak"; the rebels had writ one to counter it called "The Liberty Song." Both songs blustered of freedom; but both were sung to the same tune. And we, to avoid offense, played the tune without words.

The young man waved back and sang out with a smile, "My gorge fills with hate for you, you ancient, decayed sack of manure!

I can read. A little. I kind of protested it in School(TM). On the grounds that the silent 'E' is stupid.

We relished the small freedoms granted to us, but wanted more. We read Ginsberg's Howl, and longed for the day when we too could sing out of our windows in despair.

Death to the bourgeois on his knees, smelling of religion and not believing in God!

I'm not interested in preserving the status quo; I want to overthrow it.

Don't roach me, funker," she said. "And don't shirk off in your electro-steamer. This mopsy wants to poke." --Mack Reynolds, _Commune 2000 A.D._, 1974

It seems to me if an anointed king can be set aside, a serf-born woman can marry a baron's son. As rebellions against God's lawful order go, ours will be a small one. ---Addis de Valence

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself. "You have always been the worst of my children," he said. "Be sure to not dishonor me." "I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

You have always been the worst of my children," he said. "Be sure not to dishonor me." "I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

You are wrong about witchcraft," I told her. "It does not come from hate. I made my first spell for love of Glaucos." I could hear her mink-voice as if she stood before me. Yet it was in defiance of our father, in defiance of all those who slighted you and would keep you from your desires.

Father, are we late enough to kill astronomers?

Why should he be peaceful? I never was, nor his father either, when I knew him. The difference was that he was not afraid to be burnt.

You do not command me. The silence went on and on, painful and breathless, like a singer overreaching to finish a phrase. Then,

You have been tame your whole life, and now you will be sorry. Yes Father, yes Father—see what it gets you.

I fucked a sacred bull, all right? Now get the thread.

want to ride to the ridge where the west commences I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences Don't fence me in. Cole Porter

The artist, however faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes the last champion of the individual mind and sensibility against an intrusive society and an officious state… In pursuing his perceptions of reality, he must often sail against the currents of his time. This is not a popular role…

Not that I will paint in my own way, live in my own way, speak in my own way—they don't mind that. It even excites them. But what they can't stand is that I hate them when they don't behave in their own way.

she was really very pretty, one of the prettiest girls she knew. And as if to prove it she raised her arms and unloosed her hair, a thing she knew to be vaguely sinful, yet necessary, like a hot bath or a warm bed on a winter's night. She imagined herself for a truly sinful moment as someone wicked — a dancer, an actress.

A fost odat? un tân?r prinÈ› care credea în toate lucrurile, în afar? de trei. Nu credea în prinÈ›ese, nu credea în insule, nu credea în Dumnezeu. Împ?ratul, tat?l s?u, îi spusese c? aceste lucruri nu exist?. ?i cum nu erau nici prinÈ›ese, nici insule È™i nici vreun semn al existenÈ›ei lui Dumnezeu în împ?r??ia tat?lui s?u, tân?rul prinÈ› îi d?du crezare.

CunoaÈ™terea nu m-a f?cut fericit, m-a cuprins o furie surd? împotriva legii evoluÈ›iei, care acceptase ca în una È™i aceeaÈ™i minte s? existe atâta sensibilitate È™i atâta stâng?cie totodat?. În mine se revolta propriul eu ca un iepure în capcan?.