Quotes About Defiance

...into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

Caroline says as she gets up from the floor, you can hit me all you want to, but I don't love you anymore.

You can't make me love you.

My parents did love each other. Enough to forsake plans and factions. Enough to defy "faction before blood." Blood before faction--no, love before faction, always. - Tris Prior

And I love the hate mail I get, the unsigned, misspelled letters I get telling me to go back to Russia or wherever.

How clerks love refusing. It salves them for being clerks.

I suppose you could say I love outlaw American culture.

That was the thing to remember about all monsters, They love to frighten people, but the minute you stare them down, they turn tail and run.

No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other and the rest of the world can go to hell.

Ramona drummed harder to show everyone how bad she was. She would not take off her shoes. She was a terrible, wicked girl! Being such a bad, terrible, wicked girl made her feel good! She brought both heels against the wall at the same time. Thump! Thump! Thump! She was not the least bit sorry for what she was doing. She would never be sorry. Never! Never! Never!

Ramona considered all these worries ridiculous, so she ignored them.

glowered. "All right," he said, and raised his voice to a yell.

She wanted to do something bad. She wanted to do something terrible that would shock her whole family, something that would make them sit up and take notice.

father pointed out. "Now run along. I have studying to do." Ramona thought this answer over and decided that since her parents agreed, they must be right. Well, Mrs. Whaley could just go jump in a lake, even though

You can drag my body to school but my spirit refuses to go.

CALVIN: As usual goodness hardly puts up a fight.

I keep forgetting that rules are only for little nice people.

CALVIN, yelling: I don't wanna take a bath. I HATE taking baths. CALVIN, screaming: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa CALVIN, being aggressively carried upstairs by Mom: NO NO NO NO NO no NO no NO NO no no no NO NO NO NO no NO no CALVIN, now in the bathtub, grinning: They can make me do it, but they can't make me do it with dignity.

CALVIN: I don't WANNA take a bath! I don't WANNA take a bath! You can't make me! CALVIN (As mom carries him to the tub): Aghh! Leggo! Leggo!! No No No No No No No! Put me down! CALVIN (Now in the tub): I wish I was dead! I hate you all! I hate everything. AARRGGHHH! MOM (Dripping wet. Talking to her husband.): Whenever I hear about people trying to rediscover the child within, I want to scream.

Mr Cricket: So what are you going to do? Rose Red: Fight like a motherfucker, of course. Fight like I've got a chance. Hell if I'm just going to roll over and show throat.

The girl who signed her papers in lipstick leans against the drugstore, smoking, brushing her hair like a machine

I love it when someone insults me. That means that I don't have to be nice anymore.

always courting disaster to experience the biggest high. I'd been living the deranged life. I felt so nihilistic, yet why hadn't I just tuned in and dropped out? Instead, I followed Jim Morrison's credo, the credo of Coleridge and, at one point, Wordsworth, the credo of self-discovery through self-destruction I so willfully subscribed to until this moment:

The punk credo was to stand up for your own beliefs and tastes, not bow down to yet another new set of rules. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss, indeed.