Quotes About Defiance

I am such a bad girl, she thought. Yet...

Yes.' He drank it all down and then casually threw the glass at the fireplace. I stared at the fragments. 'You don't mind, do you?' He gestured to the broken glass with a sarcastic smile. 'I surely hope you don't, because there's nothing much you can do about it if you do mind.

Kindly go to Hell! (Lestat to Oncle Julien's ghost)

No te vayas al infierno sin presentar batalla

Go ahead, throw this book away. Spit on me. Revile me. I dare you. Cast me out of your intellectual orbit. Throw me out of your backpack. Pitch me in the airport trash bin. Leave me on a bench in Central Park! What do I care? No. I don't want you to do all that. Don't do that. DON'T DO IT!

Is there any one of us who doesn't want to strike back at all the evil in this world?

I don't know how to be bad at being bad.

and then he glanced at the ceiling and, making a fist with his right hand, he gasped, Damn you... God! Damn you!

I don't play by anybody's rules but my own.

weep when there are no more rules to break?" "Ah, but there are always rules to break.

His throat felt like marble. She could not snap the bones! But he could not throw her off, either, no matter how hard he tried.

As I let him go, he could scarcely stand. But he was no coward, this man. And he bowed his head for only an instant and then he looked at me with clouded eyes.

I want that boy, the one who won't do what you try to force him to do.

Let me cry for it. It was all my doing. Because I didn't slay the one who despised me. And they have taken Amadeo prisoner. Me, they burnt because I was too strong for their designs, but Amadeo they took!

Now you, brave one, little Ganymede of the blasphemers, you willful brazen cherub.

I'll see you in hell." "Ah, but you'll be there first, my dear. Move.

Too bad he took a tumble out that window when he was too drunk to know what he was doing, she said, cheerfully callous. It'll be a cold day in hell before I ever let a man near me again.

He wanted to show the world that nobody can win against him, no matter what cards they hold. Proving that he could throw me away was just as important as taking the ruins.

Don't listen to the cynics. They're cynics for a reason. For them, the resistance won a long time ago.

I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!

To other women the choice of clothes was a form of ingenious exhibition, a shameless seduction. To me, dresses were like a breastplate that I put on to set off to war against this life.

Inside its crumbling walls the house is riddled with bullet holes, and in its garden only the crimson dahlias still hold their heads high. Jing is lying on a chaise longue [sic] playing with his bird. 'I thought you were in prison.' He looks up, his eyes filled with hate and desire. 'You are my prison.

Then she would eat what she liked, wear what she liked, and no one would tell her she had the body of a strumpet and had better take care not to look like one. She almost laughed. Some strumpet she was, considering she spent most of her evenings standing or sitting by a wall while other ladies danced or mingled.

He probably ate girls like her for breakfast. They all did. They all had. She had no intention of being eaten for breakfast, ever again. Her naughty brain took that thought, twirled it around and had a party with it.