Quotes About Defiance

My God, I'm sick of answering questions. I've answered the police questions. I don't feel called upon to answer yours." Poirot said: "Mine is a very simple one. Only this.

There's a strength in that look, a wilfulness; one would almost call it defiance except that it is so good-humoured. It is the look a woman would wear - would have worn - if she asked a man, a stranger, say, to dance.

He stands his ground but she can see him collapse. He looks like a man in a film the moment after he's been shot and before he falls to the ground -

Je parle de millions d'hommes à qui on a inculqué savamment la peur, le complexe d'infériorité, le tremblement, l'agenouillement, le désespoir, le larbinisme.

C'était un très bon nègre. [...] Et on lui jetait des pierres, des bouts de ferraille, des tessons de bouteille, mais ni ces pierres, ni cette ferraille, ni ces bouteilles… Ô quiètes années de Dieu sur cette motte terraquée ! [...] Et le fouet disputa au bombillement des mouches la rosée sucrée de nos plaies [...] (...) Embrasse-moi jusqu'au nous furieux Embrasse, embrasse NOUS

Liberté mon seul pirate.

Because a rebel is just a guy who doesn't have the good sense to go the same way the crowd is going, and the composure to act like that was his idea all along.

I admit that I keep in my mind a romantic notion of an essential Blackness—and I use it as armor.

There are 3 reasons for why you can't beat me. First, I'm better looking than you are. Second, your blows are too light. And third, there's nothing in the world I can't tear up.

Curse you Kakarrot!

On VIDEO: We zoom toward her as she takes off her bra clumsily. She's obviously embarrassed, but she's gone this far and there's no turning back. She stands there with her breasts exposed, trying to look defiant, but she's achingly vulnerable…

We started off trying to set up a small anarchist community, but people wouldn't obey the rules.

I'm saving it for the Krauts, fathead," Sid said. "I'm gonna kill the first German I see, and every single Kraut I meet from Normandy to Berlin.

Nope! Not now!" Taz agreed, letting them hurry him along.

None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.

No. Not even in the face of Armageddon. Never compromise.

Man's life is a warfare against the malice of men.

And he told me illegitimi non carborundum translates to, 'Don't let the bastards grind you down.

Don't let the bastards get you down.

You should think about nobody and go your own way, not on a course marked out for you by people holding mugs of water and bottles of iodine in case you fall and cut yourself so that they can pick you up - even if you want to stay where you are - and get you moving again.

Oh, hello, Mr. Man You didn't think I'd come back You didn't think I'd show up with my army And this ammunition on my back...I see right through you

The two men -- Fray and Malkin -- were standing near each other. They were not unarmed. They were quite seriously not unarmed. Both men were carrying -- or at least aiming -- what could only be categorised as small artillery pieces: two bulky gas-powered spinguns, so heavy that they had to be strapped to their bodies via thick leather girdles. Malkin was aiming at the angels, more or less.

Prince Philip is very contrary. He challenges everything.

It's one of the guiding philosophies of my life - not fearing any authority on earth.