Quotes About Defiance

the pope. "I defy him, (quoth he), and all his detestable abomination: I will in no wise have to do with him.

Breaking the sabbath renounced the whole covenant relationship with God. To profane the Sabbath by performing even the slightest physical work was to deny all of the vows taken at Mount Sinai. It was an action equivalent to a man deliberately spitting in God's face and then, in defiant self-sufficiency and rebellion, breaking the most important law of the covenant by walking away and picking up some sticks or doing some other physical work.

you have a terrible beauty that scares me - a fierce defiance that won't be subdued - not that i want to tame you - I don't - I like to look...

we see this tendency to throw off restraints in life, in art - it's an inglorious gesture of thumbing the nose - it makes me laugh...

life sucks, and I am pretty sure Fate hates me. But there is nothing I can do about any of that.

"Who touches a hair of yon gray headDies like a dog! March on!" he said.

There! His Majesty can now read my name without glasses. And he can double the reward on my head!

But, Mrs Van Hoosier, if I may make so bold-' 'You may not,' She inserted another cake into her mouth and chewed it so angrily I all but felt sorry for it. When it was finally dead she turned and fixed me a look, as though she were a scientist and I some kind of bug she was microscoping.

Go to hell. Come back burning.

Badges? We ain't got no badges. We don't need no badges. I don't have to show you any stinking badges!

I don't got to show you no stinkin' bahdges!

As they marched across the yard, at one point the black flier glanced over toward the two white men and grinned as he said, "Don't look so glum, Tommy, Hugh. I've been looking forward to this day since I was first accused of this crime. Usually lynchings don't work this way for black folks. Usually we don't get the chance to stand up in front of everyone and tell them how goddamn wrong they are

The most effective way to defeat patriarchy is to defy and disown its self-legitimating narrative.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at schoolThey hate you if you're clever and they despise a foolTill you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rulesA working class hero is something to be

I would rather die on my feet than spend a lifetime on my knees

There's life in his face again. It occurs to me that this is the best thing I could have done, it's actually a great way to leave, because it's giving Gavin the message that we haven't been defeated, we are up for it, we're young, we're in control of our lives again, we can charge into the future with confidence. When we round the corner of the driveway I take his hand and we run down to the gate together.

When a reporter asked me the next day if I had something to say to the terrorists responsible for the mass murders of the day before, I answered, "We are coming. God may have mercy on you, but we won't.

They'd listen silenty, with grave faces: but once they'd turn to each other they'd smile cruelly. He couldn't have it both ways. He'd put himself outside and outside they'd make him stay. Neither brutality nor complaining could force a way in.

He felt a keen regret that he had spoken so of Dave Masters, the defiant boy they both had loved, whose ghost had held them, all these years, in a friendship whose depth they had never quite realized.

She has the sort of body you go to see in marble. She has golden hair. Quickly, deftly, she reaches with both hands behind her back and unclasps her top. Setting it on her lap, she swivels ninety degrees to face the towboat square. Shoulders back, cheeks high, she holds her pose without retreat. In her ample presentation there is defiance of gravity. There is no angle of repose. She is a siren and these are her songs.

I think being different, going against the grain of society is the greatest thing in the world.

He looks like he spends his day crushing warriors under the shield of Aeneas. Muscles band his arms and neck. Thick, lustrous hair falls in blue-black waves along his cheeks, his eyes a speckled tan, nestled deep. His olive skin is smooth and unmarred, except where thick stubble shades his jawline. Even his stubble looks like it could take me in a fight.

Everyone here constantly laughed at tragedy, as if insulting misfortune would keep it at bay.

Terror is your enemy.