Quotes About Defiance

O victory forget you're underwear we're free.

The Wisdom of Solomon (Carl) They censor words not the things they denote: It would create less of a stir to drop a piece of shit on Grant's tomb than to write it out in white paint. Because people recognize that's what memorials are for–old bums & dogs to shit on.

I'm not sorry (America)

I'll get drunk & give no shit, & not be a Messiah. - New York to San Fran

He wanted to break her? She couldn't be broken. She wouldn't ALLOW herself to be broken.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me.

DISOBEDIENCE, n. The silver lining to the cloud of servitude.

They were obviously headstones of graves, though the graves themselves no longer existed as either mounds or depressions; the years had leveled all. Scattered here and there, more massive blocks showed where some pompous or ambitious monument had once flung its feeble defiance at oblivion.

At the time he had closed in upon himself, denying her a place of entry. She was tenacious, aggressive as a lover, had tried to prise the pieces of him apart. Only when she failed had she finally let go, by then months had passed. She loved like she was going to war, but she was also not the kind of woman to wait for a man. Valiant in battle, noble in defeat. She walked away and never looked back

Well sir, if slavery is freedom then I'm glad I don't have to make a meal of it. Whips and chains are not much to my taste.

Prickomo fucking cocksca. That bastard old arsehole-fucker.

To be brave among friends was nothing. To have the world against you and pick your path regardless–there is courage.

Unity and respect, it seemed, were only for those who did as they were told.

If I can live with having this face, they can live with looking at it. That or they can get fucked.

She narrowed her eyes. "You lost the collar I gave you." It chafed. And I wasn't born to be a slave.

I am ready to die, but I refuse to lose.

The one on the left, a sour-looking old bastard with a scar through his short grey hair, lifted his head to sneer up at her. "Fuck yourselves, you mad bitches." Rikke raised her brows at Corleth. Corleth raised hers back. "Fuck yourselves, he says." "I heard him," said Rikke. "Guess there might be time for that later. Just a celebratory finger or two. But right now, I'm a little busy stealing your city.

I will ask you once to put the dark-skinned girl down and leave." Crandle snorted. "And if we don't?" That one eye narrowed slightly. "Then, long after we are gone to the goddess, the grandchildren of the grandchildren of those who witness will whisper fearful stories of the way I broke you.

Why don't you got a man, Shy?' 'Don't like men much, I guess.' 'You don't like anyone much.' 'They started it.' 'All of 'em?' 'Enough of 'em.

Jaud planted his fists on his hips. "You made it, then." "Some turds float," said Rulf. Ankran

Don't "but" me, Glokta!' hissed Sult. 'Don't you dare "but" me, not today! You're not half as crippled as you could be! Not half as crippled, you understand?

I'll kill them … I'll kill them … I'll kill them …" It hardly needed to be said. She was done with crying. T

and swore to herself that if she lived out the week, she'd make it her business to see Stour Nightfall fucked by a pig.

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.