Quotes About Defiance

What are they going to do to me that they haven't done already? They took away my entire past. They took away my entire future. What's left for them to take?

My adolescent rebellions took the form of, if anything, passive aggressively doing what was asked of me but doing it ten times more than what was asked of me, so that eventually they'd have to beg me to stop.

I am (even after all the torture) amazed at British logic. Never in eight centuries have they succeeded in breaking the spirit of one man who refused to be broken. They have not dispirited, conquered, nor demoralised my people, nor will they ever.

One of my problems is I am getting so mature that I have to pick up a TV and toss it through the coffee table just to remind people of who I am. I want to go ranting and screaming into the grave.

To me art is a form of manifest revolt, total and complete.

There is no need to give in to the compromise that totalitarian regimes always count on.

I dare anybody to look at me and say I'm anorexic. I'm so totally not.

Defiantly do the work instead and Resistance withers.

In a heartfelt speech to Parliament in 1763, William Pitt declared: "The poorest man may, in his cottage, bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storm may enter; the rain may enter; but the King of England may not enter; all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement." Sir

I am clearly content to be beyond help.

A savage sense entered me, of being of such small account in the world that I wasn't to be helped, that priest and woman and man had put out an edict that I wasn't to be helped, I was to be left to the elements, just as I was, a walking animal, forsaken. Maybe it was then that some part of me leapt away from myself, something fled from my brain, I don't know.

aquella especie de sonrisa traviesa que, en su caso, últimamente se había vuelto casi constante y estereotipada. No es que se defendiera

Fuck it, I'll make my own quote.

Tell them all to go fuck themselves.

If they do anything to me, just skin them alive, sweetheart," I said. "I'll do more than that-- I'll make them eat their own skins.

Elizabeth lifted her skirt, disregarding modesty, and delivered a swift kick to the creature's head.

The bottom half of the page had descended into a doodle of a tiny man giving the middle finger to a giant, angry eagle with razor-sharp talons. Beneath it, the caption: To Mock a Killing Bird.

I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.

Nothing would surprise him. Nothing could anymore. But it didn't matter. Even if it meant the most painful, hideous death a human being had ever experienced, they weren't getting the baby, and they weren't getting her. Twenty yards… He gripped the handle of his sword tightly…?breathed deep of the desert air. Okay, Balthazar…let's die.

I'm not interested in what you know," said Herod. "I'm interested in watching you scream." "Then you're going to be disappointed." "We'll see," said Herod with a smile.

Mess with Texas. No live human being could mess with Texas. If you succeed in messing with Texas, it's a sure bet you're as dead as a Junebug in July.

If the one who gave me life wants the real me to die... then all I can do is die.

Cuchullain died as a hero should — on a battlefield, with his back to a rock and his face to the foe, buckler on arm, and spear in hand. He died standing, and in that defiant attitude (supported by the rock) was many days dead ere the enemy dared venture near enough to reassure themselves of his exit — which they only did when they saw the vultures alight upon him, and, undisturbed, peck at his flesh.

I like Lilith. I'll be like Lilith. I'll summon her when they tell me to be ashamed. I'll do as she did, up there in Eden, when the Powerful One would not give way to her. I will. And the next time Father raises his hand to me because I've upset my little brother, I'll bring Lilith into me and I'll bite his hand. Lilith wouldn't let anyone strike her.