Quotes About Defiance

They peck a man's asshole out

All logical arguments can be defeated by the simple refusal to reason logically

My do now consisted of some really nifty spikes on top. I looked like a punker, but it was kind of fun, if you want to know the truth. Next thing I knew I'd be getting my ears pierced and chewing gum in public, social sins my auntie had always warned me about, along with red nail polish and dingy bra straps.

My body might be a slave, but not my mind. For you, it's the other way round.

Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care.

Shitbucket, hellfire, damnation, and son of a mother bitch, said Rosaleen, laying into each word like it was sweet potatoes on her tongue.

the time to assert one's right is when it's denied!

You do your rebellions any way you can.

I thought of the girl who bathed in a copper tub. I thought of the woman who stole a bullet mold. I loved that girl, that woman.

She couldn't get free and she couldn't pop missus on the back of her head with a cane, but she could take her silk. You do your rebellions any way you can.

What most sets you apart is the spirit in you that rebels and persists.

My body might be a slave, but not my mind. For you, it's the other way round.

mauma had found the part of herself that refused to bow and scrape, and once you find that, you got trouble breathing on your neck.

Missus called out to Tomfry, said keep it down, a lady shouldn't know where her bacon comes from. When we heard that, I told Aunt-Sister, missus didn't know what end her bacon went in and what end it came out. Aunt-Sister slapped me into yesterday.

We might stay here the rest of our lives with the sky slammed shut, but mama had found the part of herself that refused to bow and scrape, and once you find that, you got trouble breathing down your neck.

When someone tries to put you back into a box from which you've already escaped, you might recall a line from the Indian poet Mirabai. She said, "I have felt the swaying of the elephant's shoulders and now you want me to climb on a jackass? Try to be serious!"13

I ain't sorry for stealing it, just for getting caught." "How come you took it?" "Cause," she said. "Cause I could." Those words stuck with me. Mauma didn't want that cloth, she just wanted to make some trouble. She couldn't get free and she couldn't pop missus on the back of her head with a cane, but she could take her silk. You do your rebellions any way you can.

Don't be telling me--can't be done. That's some god damney white talk, that's what that is.

Do what you have to do, censure us, withdraw your support, we'll press on anyway. Now, sirs, kindly take your feet off our necks.

When someone tries to put you back into a box from which you've already escaped, you might recall a line from the Indian poet Mirabai. She said, "I have felt the swaying of the elephant's shoulders and now you want me to climb on a jackass? Try to be serious!

We might stay here the rest of our lives with the sky slammed shut, but mauma had found the part of herself that refused to bow and scrape, and once you find that, you got trouble breathing on your neck.

What most sets you apart is the spirit in you that rebels and persists. It isn't the largeness in you that matters most, it's your passion to bring it forth.

My body might be a slave, but not my mind. For you, it's the other way round. I'd dismissed the words—what could she know of it? But I saw

Mauma didn`t want that cloth, she just wanted to make some trouble. She couldn`t get free and she couldn`t pop missus on the back of her head, but she could take her silk. You do your rebellions any way you can.