Quotes About Defiance

Con desprecio, rechaza aquel instante al pusilánime. Con brazos ardientes, como otro Dios sobre la tierra, encumbra al cielo de los héroes tan solo a los audaces.

el hombre que pugna por seguir siendo él mismo, simplemente él mismo, en medio de una catarata de fanatismo y destrucción.

Am liebsten hätte sie geschrien oder mit den Fäusten getobt, sich freizumachen von dem Grauen dieser Erinnerung, die fest wie ein Angelhaken in ihrem Gehirn saß, dieses wüste Gesicht mit seinem höhnischen Lachen, dieser Dunst von Gemeinheit, der aufstieg vom schlechten Atem der Proletarierin, dieser wüste Mund, der voll Haß ihr hart bis ins Gesicht die niedrigen Worte gespien, und die gehobene rote Faust, mit der sie ihr gedroht hatte.

Es gehört zur Tragik aller Despoten, daß sie den unabhängigen Menschen selbst dann noch fürchten, wenn sie ihn politisch machtlos und mundtot gemacht haben. Es genügt ihnen nicht, daß er schweigt und schweigen muß. Schon daß er nicht ja sagt, nicht dient und nicht buckelt, daß er sich nicht geschäftig in die Schar ihrer Schmeichler und Diener einreiht, macht sein Vorhandensein, sein Nochvorhandensein für sie zum Ärgernis.

She detested rows and scenes, but enjoyed quietly pitting her cool will against opposition. It amused her; and when she was defeated, she withdrew in good order and lost interest in the campaign. She had little or no sporting spirit. Bloody battles to the death bored her, nor did she like other people to win.

She could not give him power over her. She gave no man that. "I don't deal in bonds, sir," she called back over her shoulder as she fled for the stables. "They're too much like chains.

Maybe someone will know I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery; that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth. I repaid vileness with doves.

You have to attack once the truth is too weak to defend itself.

One must look at what impiety hates, what puts it in a rage, what it attacks always, everywhere, and with fury - that will be the truth.

In the presence of death I affirm and reaffirm the truth of all that I have said against the superstitions of the world. I would say that much on the subject with my last breath.

Not that I've ever feared a fight or backed down from one –(Wren) That's the truth. I swear he's half beta fish. He'd fight his own reflection to prove a point. (Maggie)

The time for revolt is now, and the time for revolt is always!

A hero is one who can never stop fighting for truth no matter the oppression

I cannot be bound to the confines of your rules. I am the exception to them.

No one can bar the road to truth and to advance its cause I'm ready to accept even death.

Oh Alfred! Alfred!' she cried. 'I am a woman, aren't I?' The hands were shaking with excitement as they gripped one another. 'I'll show them I am!' she screamed, her voice losing all control. And then, calming herself with a visible effort, she turned to her brother and, smiling at him with a coyness that was worse than any scream – 'I'll send their cards to them tomorrow, Alfred,' she whispered.

In "The Ballad of Johnny Burma," Miller hollers, "I said my mother's dead, well I don't care about it / I say my father's dead, I don't care about it." At the time both his parents were very much alive. "It was more like cutting loose from all that stuff—they're all dead and now I'm free to be me," Miller says.

That was Black Flag: when you lose your shit

And who are you supposed to be? the King of snot-nosed delinquents?

Rosa's brush caught the rime of ash on his lapel, the missed button of his waistcoat, the tender, impatient, defiant expression in his eyes by means of which he is clearly trying to convey to the artist, telepathically, that he intends, in an hour or so, to f*ck her.

The other fellow was more of a fireplug, broad in the chest and shoulders, with a wide pugnacious face and the hint of a shadow even on his freshly shaved jaw. He always looked as if he had not dressed for work that morning so much as gotten into some kind of altercation with his suit, shirt, and tie.

Defiantly serving out the inhumane term of a punishment she had imposed on herself, confusing obedience with rebellion and vindication with endurance. "Come," he told her. "Put your costume

my grandfather had no regard for anyone who could be scandalized by a shirt.

Badass.' My grandfather sampled the flavor of the word. It did not seem to revolt him, but it was nothing he needed ever to sample again.