Quotes About Defiance

Bree looked up at Mikkel. Please, she said. Just go away. Pretend you neve found us. No. He spit out the word. Sail on home. Leave us behind. No, Mikkel said again.

Resistance by its very nature demands that we choose choices not offered to us.

You are mine! Mine by God, and no one but no one will hurt, abuse, or dare to fucking harm what's mine, ever again.

Him or jail. She could see it in his expression. Crista shook her head slowly before swallowing tightly. "I'm not one of the Nauti Boys' whores," she whispered harshly. "I can't play one to stay out of jail, Dawg. I'd rather rot in prison than buy my freedom at the expense of my soul.

Adieu, Lord Dain," she answered without turning her head. "Have a pleasant evening with your cows." Cows? She was merely trying to provoke him, Dain told himself. The remark was a pathetic attempt at a setdown. To take offense was to admit he'd felt the sting. He told himself to laugh and return to his… cows.

Beneath his well-trimmed goatee, Murray's mouth was flat and hard. "Bring her up to my office." And with that, he walked away to the private elevators. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Glaring at the girl, Trace asked, "Happy now?" She looked almost smug when she said, "Getting there." She gave a pointed look at his hand on her arm.

Tell him not to smoke in your apartment. Tell him to get out. At first he protests. But slowly, slowly, he leaves, pulling up the collar on his expensive beige raincoat, like an old and haggard Robert Culp. Slam the door like Bette Davis. Love drains from you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop and go and stop.

We got hard hearts, she said with an accent that wasn't really any particular accent at all. She wasn't good at accents.

Strange how it was always the spoiled who weakened and cried first, and it was the injured, the maimed, the blind, and the poor who fought on alone.

If they didn't accept him, the hell with them - he could go his own way.

Shut up!" Joe's tone was ugly. "If you ain't willing to try, you can go to hell.

you stick your lunch-hooks into my corn bin without I say and you'll catch yourself a death of cold, because I'll open your belly with a shotgun.

Society is not taking revenge. It is simply eliminating someone who refuses to live by the rules.

fighting man. Loss Degner was bad all through and made no

He understood it when other kids were mean to him. It didn't bother him. He simply hated them. As long as he hated them, it didn't matter what they thought of him.

Shut up, Dixie cup

No one ever says 'No' to Charles Walker!" "I believe I just did," said Katherine Barlow.

Jo carried her love of liberty and hate of conventionalities to such and unlimited extent that she naturally found herself worsted in an argument.

Jo immediately sat up, put her hands in her pockets, and began to whistle. "Don't, Jo. It's so boyish!" "That's why I do it.

I don't intend to run away from a girl. Jo can't prevent my seeing her, and I shall stay and do it as long as I like, interrupted Laurie in a defiant tone. Not if you are the gentleman I think you. I'm disappointed, but the girl can't help it, and the only thing left for you to do is to go away for a time. Where will you go?

I never yield to injustice if I can help it, ...

How did you make the boys stop calling you Dora? I trashed 'em.

How dare you say so, when he's got both his eyes? And very handsome ones they are, too, cried Jo, who resented any slighting remarks about her friend.

had no courage to think that at first, heavenly kind as was your welcome to me. But soon I began to hope, and then I said, 'I will haf her if I die for it,' and so I will! cried Mr. Bhaer, with a defiant nod, as if the walls of mist closing round them were barriers which he was to surmount or valiantly knock down. Jo thought that was splendid, and resolved to be worthy of her knight, though he did not come prancing on a charger in gorgeous array.