Quotes About Defiance

If no words come, you can always give him the finger.

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck. "Whoa, girl," he says taken aback. "I thought we were keepin' this thing between us a secret. I hate to tell you, but a bunch of north siders from Fairfield are right over there. And they're starin' at us" "I don't care. Not anymore" "Why" "You only live once

It's pure instinct that makes me rebel every time someone tries to control my life and hand out more rules.

What happens when I break one of your fuckin' rules?

What's the use in having a reputation if you can't ruin it every now and then?

Don't ever pity me.

What are you gonna do if I break one of your *&^%$ing rules?

A Mexican guy named Sam pushes Gary Frankel next to Isabel. "This guy can break your arm with one snap, asshole. Get out of my sight before I sic him on you," Sam says. Gary, who's wearing a coral shirt and white pants, growls to look tough. It doesn't work.

I like that girl more than I can remember likin' anything in my life. I'm not about to give her up. I'll start carin' about what other people think when I'm six feet under.

Gary, who's wearing a coral shirt and white pants, growls to look tough. It doesn't work.

What's with all those tattoos? Makes you look like a hooligan." "I suspect I am a hooligan.

You're not good at following directions, are you?" He grins as if saying, I'm a gang member, what did you expect?

Oppression that is clearly inexorable and invincible does not give rise to revolt but to submission.

His eyes were narrowed as he spoke, bitten a little with perplexity at the uselessness of being right against the world.

We hold on until they crush our souls.

You will ruin no more lives as you ruined mine. You will wring no more hearts as you wrung mine. I will free the world of a poisonous thing. Take that, you hound, and that! -- and that! -- and that! -- and that!

The Russians dashed on towards that thin redline streak tipped with a line of steel.

I love doing a lot of things I'm told I can't do. I think that's what drives me and keeps me awake every day.

Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.

I have always had this outrage at being told what to, how to act, whom to love.

I love challenging the status quo.

Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?

The goddamn kid just sat there and out of the blue thrust his middle finger in the air and waved it at Jon with a brazen defiance only ten-year-olds and Nazis can muster.

As opposed to now, when it seemed like almost everything was either terrible or in the process of being made that way by entrenched assholes, while nobody gave a shit.