Quotes About Defiance

Bramblestar whipped his head around to face her, a hostile light in his eyes. "You would make excuses for them," he snapped. "You always had a soft spot for weak cats.

The RiverClan warrior gave a little nod to Stormpaw just like any mentor approving of his apprentice's courage. Then he turned to look up at Tigerstar again. "You'll have to kill me first, Tigerstat!" he spat.

Thank StarClan I'm not. You're about as much use as a dead fox. Very well, Darkstripe, do as you like.

I'll never behave like a cooing dove over any cat, she decided. As

He tried to snarl defiance, but the only sound was blood bubbling in his torn throat.

The ThunderClan leader was wrestling with a dark-furred ShadowClan warrior. "Sunningrocks will never be yours!

We've got you now, kittypet!

Without hesitation Breezepelt darted in among them and slashed his claws across the nearest stoat's face before darting out again and running on. "Take that, mange-pelt!" he yowled. The injured stoat let out a screech of pain, and a furious chittering rose from its denmates.

It was his way or the highway. And she was definitely not a way he had any intention of going.

I've discovered that rejections are not altogether a bad thing. They teach a writer to rely on his own judgment and to say in his heart of hearts, "To hell with you."

I would like to outsmart the role that is destined for me. But I can't. I have failed to destroy my category.

I prefer men who don't fall down and weep, who absorb a blow, who do not scamper and yell when chased, but stand firm, crouch, square off, meet an attack with something like resistance, even if it kills them.

Things she had said started to come back to him. How she out-stared a snake in the backyard. How the soldiers would stop buses and commandeer a woman at the slightest whim. How one day, as she was daydreaming in the office, three male-spirits came in through the walls and, with their heads facing backwards, tried to force her to make love to them.

The dead shook off their rust of living and seized up steel. Their lips quivered with the defiance of innocents, with manipulations of politicians and their interchangeable dreams, and with the insanity of thugs who don't even know for which parties they commit their atrocities.

There was no question about that. Bullies can't deal with those who stand up to them.

They said I would never live. I lived. They said I would never think. I think. They said I would never walk. I walked. They said I would never dance, but I never danced anyway.

For the women who mourn their dead in the secret night, For the children taught to keep quiet, the old children, The children spat-on at school. For the wrecked laboratory, The gutted house, the dunged picture, the pissed-in well The naked corpse of Knowledge flung in the square And no man lifting a hand and no man speaking.

For the cold of the pistol-butt and the bullet's heat, For the ropes that choke, the manacles that bind, The huge voice, metal, that lies from a thousand tubes And the stuttering machine-gun that answers all.

Let us have a dagger between our teeth, a bomb in our hand, and an infinite scorn in our hearts.

Gabriel, te gusta que te manden los franceses y que con su lengua que no entiendes, te digan "haz esto, haz lo otro, y que entren en tu casa y que te hagan ser soldado de Napoleón, y que España no sea España, vamos al decir, que nosotros no seamos como nos da la gana de ser sino como el Emperador quiera que seamos?

Zaragoza se rendirá? La muerte al que esto diga. Zaragoza no se rinde. La reducirán a polvo: de sus históricas casas no quedará ladrillo sobre ladrillo; caerán sus cien templos; su suelo abriráse vomitando llamas; y lanzados al aire los cimientos, caerán las tejas al fondo de los pozos; pero entre los escombros y entre los muertos habrá siempre una lengua viva para decir que Zaragoza no se rinde.

He hauled in Michelangelo, commanding the aged maestro to make the naked figures in The Last Judgment "suitable" for the papal chapel. Michelangelo hotly replied: "Let His Holiness make the world a more suitable place, and then the painting will follow suit." That was the last time Buonarroti had anything to do with Carafa.

Fart for freedom, fart for liberty—and fart proudly.

Fight back. Bite back.