Quotes About Defiance

Women like Medea are never pawns.

Séptimo solía preguntarse con precaución si terminaría contrayendo el odio de su madre, si heredaría su intolerancia, como un virus, como un defecto de nacimiento, a pesar de sus esfuerzos por resistir, una especie de síndrome del gilipollas fetal.

How can I find a way out when I do not know how to begin to resist?

Rosa Parks commented, "People always say that I didn't give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn't true. No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in.

Dance until they kill you, and then we'll dance some more.

I've been shot down so many times I get altitude sickness just from standing up for myself.

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and Paks and Jocks And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground But you'll stick your head back out and shout "We'll have another round!

This town has done us dirty This town has bled us dry We've been here for a long time And we'll be here 'til we die So we'll finish off the leavings Of blood and glue and beer And burn this bloody city down In the summer of the year

Fuck the Yanks And drink their wives My mind is clear The sky is bright I'm happy as a horse's shite Up came the Bottle of Smoke

Hear the rebels' voices calling 'I shall not die, though you bury me!' from 'Aisling

Get back in my cot, girl," said Gilsa. "You're sickly." No, I'm not," said Ani. Oh, no? Well, maybe stubbornness is a sickness, did you ever think of that?

No matter that we could be beheaded for this," said Esa. "Heads are overrated." "Yes, they are so unfashionable," said Miri, imitating an Aslandian accent. "This spring, ladies of style are wearing their feathers in their necks.

If you're listening Big Brother, I refuse to be Fanny Price.

Ease up, nasty little frigid pixies

This was the part where Charlotte, heroine, remembered she was a twenty-first-century woman and a mother. This was Charlotte saying, Hell no!

I should be used to it. But right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.

No, she wasn't going to go to Martin's, curse him, but she wasn't going to run back to her room either, if just to spite Mr. Nobley. The man deserved to be spited. Or spitted. Or both.

Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.

Hi." Paul said from her couch, flooding her system with adrenaline. He'd kicked off his shoes and was lounging there as if he had the right to be in her home. "I let myself in. You left the balcony door open." Andrea stopped in her tracks and it took a few seconds to find her tongue. "I never leave my doors unlocked or open." she paused, "and we are three stories up.

A surge of rage took over. The next thing she knew, she'd swept his legs out from under him and had him pinned to the ground. She was straddling his abdomen, her hand around this throat. "You take that back." His grin was still in place. Her sending him to the ground did nothing to change that. "Make me.

She was going to walk into the Sunken City and empty every stinking hole in the Tombs. Let LeBlanc's Goddess explain that to the mob.

Sometimes I just get tired of bowin' down and givin' up, you know?" It

God damn it, you sang, in your chains, for every thief crucified, for every King and X hash-hashinated, for every Shepard hung by butcher birds from the wire, for every whole note hung by its rope from the score... gnashing lies till they were dead, shaking the lies' bodies to be sure they did not twitch

Why did it seem like the only way to live-was to disobey?