Quotes About Defiance

You know something? There are sandstorms that strip man and horse and bury them — I've seen them. I saw bones piled higher than my head for the folly of a bad king and those who wanted his throne. I lived through a blizzard that froze every other living creature solid. Against those things, you're only a man. I can deal with you.

You are brave, kicking a chained prisoner. They must sing heroic ballads about you on winter nights! (Alanna)

If he were any stiffer, Alanna thought wryly, I'd paint a design on him and use him for a shield.

Aniki set her pot on the bench and scooped Pounce up. "I like bad lads with black hearts," she proclaimed. Pounce struggled madly. This is undignified! he said. I am not a toy!

Sweetheart, never listen to what my enemies say. They're very confused people. I know they are because I've spent years making them that way.

I do not want the lying kindness and the gifts of men, nor of other than men. I am armed now.

All at once she saw a young man bound on a wheel of iron; his hair was black, his white body marbed with purple wounds, and his face forever empty.

If you are a man, you will do it." "Oh no, lady. Only if I am your notion of a man.

Your leave to sit." "The countryside is as much yours as mine, sir." "Damn you then, I'll sit." "It's hardly needful you should send me to Hell for that. But then, you have another way in mind.

You can smoulder in your own syrup from bow till Doomsday, you'll get nothing more from me.

Nothing on earth or under it would induce him to pursue that man in his plain dark blue, to court that man, to tell him his son would do as he was bid. Nor could anything, least of all himself restrain Romulan from obeying his order-inane, not understood, ridiculous, a promise of utter tedium. For to refuse Valentius was to refuse all his forbears, the very mortar of the Tower itself. Such defiance seemed too heavy for Romulan to shoulder, although he ached to do so.

I will shove my fist so far down your fucking throat that you'll be shitting my fingernails for a week.

No. Thank you she said in a voice that said he could go to hell and take his jacket with him.

But inside your sob-sodden Kleenex And your Saturday night panics, Under your hair done this way and that way, Behind what looked like rebounds And the cascade of cries diminuendo, You were undeflected. You were gold-jacketed, solid silver, Nickel-tipped. Trajectory perfect As through ether.

But who is stronger than death? Me, _evidently._

I am proud of what I've done," she managed to say, her voice shaking with emotion. "I don't care what you say. I don't care what anyone says. No one can take that from me.

The novel cannot submit to authority.

Nature seems to welcome defiance of conventions, and to say, with a smile, 'So, the truant has come back again!' ("Absolute Evil")

Touch her, and I'll freeze your testicles off and put them in a jar. Understand?

But hell would have to freeze over before I ever wore a dress.

Aku tak pernah membela diriku. Tidak sekali pun. Aku tak pernah berkata, "Maaf? Apa yang memberimu hak untuk menghina dan merendahkanku?" Aku membiarkan mereka mencuri martabatku.

We sat there smiling at each other, shimmied to a standstill, thinking about all the boys that had wanted us that day, and how none of them had got us, not for a minute; how we'd let them pay for drinks and candyfloss and then run away laughing, their cries of 'Slags!' and 'Bitches' ringing in our ears like respect rather than derision.

If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it," she threatened.

When I die, I want them to bury me facedown and ass up so that the whole world can kiss my ass!