Quotes About Defiance

Nate exhaled long through his nose. 'Fine,' he said. 'Anything is better than doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

Fine," he said. "Anything is better than doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

My dear fellow, who will let you?" "That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?

Roark stood before them as each man stands in the innocence of his own mind. But Roark stood like that before a hostile crowd—and they knew suddenly that no hatred was possible to him.

I threw it down the air shaft. There's a concrete floor below.

Do you mean to tell me that you're thinking seriously of building that way, when and if you are an architect?" "Yes." "My dear fellow, who will let you?" "That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?

Yet there is nothing emotional or rebellious in her countenance; it is one of profound, inexorable calm; but one feels the tense vitality, the primitive fire, the untamed strength in the defiant immobility of her slender body, the proud line of her head held high, the sweep of her tousled hair. " Excerpt From: Ayn Rand. "Night of January 16th.

If they believe that the purpose of my life is to serve them, let them try to enforce their creed. If they believe that my mind is their property—let them come and get it." "But what sort of life have you chosen? To what purpose are you giving your mind?" "To the cause of my love." "Which is what?" "Justice.

He looked at her with a touch of defiance, as if waiting for an angry answer. But her answer was worse than anger: her face remained expressionless, as if the truth or falsehood of his convictions were of no concern to her any longer.

Howard, everything you've done in your life is wrong according to the stated ideals of mankind. And here you are. And somehow it seems a huge joke on the whole world.

At first, man was enslaved by the gods. But he broke their chains. Then he was enslaved by the kings. But he broke their chains. He was enslaved by his birth, by his kin, by his race. But he broke their chains.

We are one of the Damned.

I am done with this creed of corruption.

She was twelve years old when she told Eddie Willers that she would run the railroad when they grew up. She was fifteen when it occurred to her for the first time that women did not run railroads and that people might object. To hell with that, she thought -- and never worried about it again.

What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree, and to obey?

centuries of chains and lashes will not kill the spirit of man nor the sense of truth within him.

She saw the man below looking at her, she saw the insolent hint of amusement tell her that he knew she did not want him to look at her now. She turned her head away.

Your eyes are as a flame, but our brothers have neither hope nor fire. Your mouth is cut of granite but our brothers are soft and humble. Your head is high, but our brothers cringe. You walk, but our brothers crawl. We wish to be Damned with you, rather than blessed with all our brothers. Do as you please with us, but do not send us away from you.

Si un hombre muere peleando por su propia libertad, eso no es un sacrificio: no está dispuesto a vivir como esclavo; pero sí es un sacrificio para el tipo de hombre que está dispuesto a ser esclavo.

She's like nothing you bastards ever dreamed of!

She knew at that moment that she was done. She knew it instinctively and also spiritually: she could not remain in Raqqa to become a permanent temporary wife, passed from fighter to fighter.

Living in the Islamic Republic is like having sex with a man you loathe.

Every great work of art, I would declare pompously, is a celebration, an act of insubordination against the betrayals, horrors and infidelities of life.

Even the mild-mannered Sophia Western of Tom Jones and Richardson's annoyingly pious Clarissa Harlow distinguished themselves by saying no to the authority of their parents, their societies, and norms and demanding to marry the man they chose. Perhaps it was exactly because women were deprived of so much in their real lives that they became so subversive in the realm of fiction, refusing the authority imposed on them, breaking out of old structures, not submitting.