Quotes About Defiance

They can't censor the gleam in my eye.

The NFL can go to hell.

We know that if gold, if fraud, if force can defeat us, they will all be used. And we have resolved that they shall not defeat us. We shall arm. We shall meet fraud and falsehood with defiance, and force with force, if need be.

I'm not gonna be a slave. I'm a rock n' roller.

I think any good actor is an anarchist. They have to be.

On a good day, I'm a bitter, angry, chip-on-my-shoulder type of guy.

I never wanted to be a good example.

But I found that disappointing people is a good thing, because disapproval is freedom.

The more angry and miserable things get at home, the more people want to smack hell out of someone. It doesn't matter who. The American attitude toward the world is, "Not only can I lick anybody in this bar, but I can lick all of you at once.

Dites à quelqu'un qu'il est con, il vous répondra qu'il en est fier. Réflexe de défense ordinaire, quelle que soit l'accusation.

I had as well be killed running as die standing

The soul that is within me no man can degrade.

My long-crushed spirit rose, cowardice departed, bold defiance took its place; and I now resolved that, however long I might remain a slave in form, the day had passed forever when I could be a slave in fact.

For my part, I should prefer death to hopeless bondage.

How do you feel, said a friend to me, when you are hooted and jeered on the street on account of your color? I feel as if an ass had kicked, but had hit nobody, was my answer.

He was whipped oftener who was whipped easiest.

most successful one was that of tarring his fence all around; after which, if a slave was caught

I had reached the point, at which I was not afraid to die. This spirit made me a Freeman in fact, while I remained a slave in form,

Mr. Covey succeeded in breaking me. I was broken in body, soul, and spirit. My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect languished, the disposition to read departed, the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me; and behold a man transformed into a brute!

and I now resolved that, however long I might remain a slave in form, the day had passed forever when I could be a slave in fact. I did not hesitate to let it be known of me, that the white man who expected to succeed in whipping, must also succeed in killing me. From this time I was never again what might be called fairly whipped, though I remained a slave four years afterwards. I had several fights, but was never whipped. It was for a long time a matter of surprise to me why Mr.

I don't give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am ... You are a shit.

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

Disobedience- that is the nobility of slaves.

Lonely now and miserably self-distrustful, I took sides, not without resentment, against myself and for everything that hurt me and was hard to me.