Quotes About Defiance

Si uno está haciendo lo que le dicta su conciencia, ¿por que tienes que agachar la cabeza delante de un tipo que se porta de una manera injusta y canalla?

Hoy no quiero ser dulce, tranquila, decente, sumisa, comprensiva, resignada, las cualidades que siempre ponderan los amigos. Tampoco quiero ser maternal; Diego no es un niño grande, Diego sólo es un hombre que no escribe porque no quiere y me ha olvidado por completo.

the ignorant majority, which does however possess one thing in abundance: It is raring for a fight.

Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition.

Those who jump out of airplanes do not love life—they deny it, which, of course, is not done without a certain naughty exhilaration. Like children they relish tugging on the apron of Mother Nature, as long as she doesn't turn and slap them.

We shall go on and we shall fight it out, here or elsewhere, and if this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each one of us lies choking in his own blood upon the ground.

I like to fuck a lot and drop acid becomes one of our rallying cries, better than any Ohh-rah or Semper fi.

Bueno, es una lastima ¿no?, que no puedas hacer cosas que disfrutarías sólo porque tienes que ser rebelde.

Da rabia cuando te construyen caminos, lo único que consiguen es que quieras rebelarte contra ellos, ¿verdad?

And what is an authentic madman? It is a man who preferred to become mad, in the socially accepted sense of the word, rather than forfeit a certain superior idea of human honor.

Se le instaló el desamparo en la voluntad.

When audiences rejected Ace in the Hole, Wilder said: "F*** them all. It's the best picture I ever made.

Never take no shit from nobody. They give you shit, you give back two buckets of shit. You know what I mean?

Oh, I am arm'd with more than complete steel, The justice of my quarrel.

he told Byam he had rather die than live upon the same earth with such dogs.

When danger approaches, sing to it.

Adelia, you must not quail. You are confounding inhumanity.

She was not willing to let others narrate her life and her death. While there is one person like her in this world, I will find myself defending both her right to struggle and our obligation to remember.

Even if the world thinks so, I'll never think so.

What serious airs the rascal puts on! Look! His legs are already shrieking "oh! oh!" They are asking for shackles and wedges.

Magistrate: May I die a thousand deaths ere I obey one who wears a veil! Lysistrata: If that's all that troubles you, here take my veil, wrap it round your head, and hold your tounge. Then take this basket; put on a girdle, card wool, munch beans. The War shall be women's business.

Humor is... despair refusing to take itself seriously.

The food that afternoon was served in tins that had contained Russian beef. It was three spoonfuls of boiled macaroni and a piece of bread. That was February 11, 1970. That day saw the beginning of a plan for biological and psychological experimentation more inhuman, brutal, and merciless than anything the western world had known with the exception of the Nazis' activities.

The guards were making a butcher shop out of the stairways. There was a hail of blows with chains, bayonets, and truncheons. They were breaking heads and arms.