Quotes About Defiance

She was not a woman to be deterred by hatred: not from her workers, not from her rivals, not from the men she bullied, bribed or blackmailed to get her way. It is when they truly hate you, after all, that you know you have won. So she met the seething dislike with effortless superiority, paraded past with her shoulders back and chin high. If she was to be cast as the villain, so be it. They were always the most interesting characters anyway.

Arrest the meek! Reward the obnoxious!

Her thoughts returned to Junto, and the bitterness and the hardness increased. In every direction, anywhere one turned, there was always the implacable figure of a white man blocking the way, so that it was impossible to escape. If she needed anything to spur her on, she thought, this fierce hatred, this deep contempt, for white people would do it. She would never forget Junto. She would keep her hatred of him alive. She would feed it as though it were a fire.

Because they sensed that the black men had to roar past them, had for a brief moment to feel equal, feel superior; had to take reckless chances going around curves, passing on hills, so that they would be better able to face a world that took pains to make them feel that they didn't belong, that they were inferior.

Yet she could feel a hard, tight knot of anger and hate forming within her as she walked along. She decided to walk home, hoping that the anger would evaporate on the way. She moved in long, swift strides. There was a hard sound to her heels clicking against the sidewalk and she tried to make it louder. Hard, hard, hard. That was the only way to be--so hard that nothing, the street, the house, the people--nothing would ever be able to touch her.

THERE IS NO BEATING THESE PEOPLE, though they seem beatable.

And so the decades file by, torture, Deportations, executions. Sing — You see... I can't

But don't raise your eyes in defiance, Protect my life, my dear. They're brighter than first violets, But deadly to me, I fear.

I am stubbornly proud of my sexuality. To anyone who has looked down on me from a moral high ground , I say, "I am not a lady. Never have been, don't care to be." I have flirted unabashedly. I've been hungry and demanding; I've told more than a few lovers how to pleasure me in no uncertain terms.

The Earl of Ravenglass can't marry the woman who's been his mistress for six weeks." "Watch me." She

You'll marry me," he said in a rough voice. If they hadn't just kissed as if the world ended, she'd think he was angry. She tipped her chin up and spoke defiantly. "Yes." Charlotte waited for him to say he was pleased, but he still looked as if he poised on the edge of a cliff. A cliff with hungry crocodiles snapping below. "Soon?" he growled. "Tomorrow if I could." "Good." He

Many people withdrew into what they called 'internal emigration'. They sheltered their secret inner lives in an attempt to keep something of themselves from the authorities.

Vai k?dreiz k?ds jau ir uzdrošin?jies jums iebilst? – es pajaut?ju.. Ne jau k?ds. Visa mana dz?ve.

Where do I always find enough courage for one last hope? I am the enemy of this indestructible, pitiless hope which prolongs and intensifies all my pain. I would like to lay hold of hope and strangle it once and for all.

You don't like it here? Why didn't you keep out, then, for God's sake, while you had the chance? Anyhow, it's no good moaning and snivelling now. Put a good face on it. Be tough. Show the crowd you can take it. You're an individualist, aren't you? To hell with the crowd. What do you care about them? You're here because you've got no time for the crowd. What do you care about them and their damnfool heaven? To hell with heaven, anyway.

The thing which does surprise me is my own optimism. Surely I ought to recognize now that my number is up. Where do I always find enough courage for one more last hope? I am the enemy of this indestructible, pitiless hope which prolongs and intensifies all my pain. I would like to lay hold of hope and strangle it once and for all.

Before the eyes of the SA unit that had not yet marched off, Beutler crawled the last stretch without help. Not on his knees, but rather, perhaps because he'd been kicked, sideways so that his face was turned up. And now as the man crept past him, Bunsen, looking down, noticed what was special about the face. It was laughing. The recaptured prisoner lay there in his bloody smock, with blood in his ears, and his large white teeth showing, and he seemed to be writhing in silent laughter.

Wenn ein noch so winziger Streich gelang gegen die Allmacht des Feindes, dann war schon alles gelungen.

If they strain me up tight, why, let 'em look out! I can't bear it, and I won't.

How very dare you!

You'll be quoting from Braveheart next.' 'They can take our women! They can take our freedom, and our deep-fried Mars Bars! But they'll never take our shitey weather,

Better to die on your feet than live forever on your knees was the inscription on the base.

So, fuck you, fifty, I own you. You're my bitch.

pero fue su actitud de desafío, su determinación de ser alguien que decide, y que no solo negocia, lo que de hecho le hizo ganarse su admiración. Por entonces pensaba