Quotes About Defiance

An adolescent act of defiance has now become a familiar form of virtue. 'Going with the flow' has become an imperative, a clear version of the good life. Chance is sentimentally evoked in popular fictions. We 'change' to move on from tragedy or difficulty, we 'change' to overcome trauma, we are frequently told to accept 'change' as some perennial fact of life, the contemplation of which brings wisdom.

It was this line of thinking that led Murchison to become an outlaw, a defiant hot oiler. From 1932 until 1934, in fact, he may have been the biggest hot oiler in all of East Texas, and he didn't especially care who knew.

Scott, if your life had a face, I would punch it. I would punch your life in the face.

This song is for the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony, and it's called, 'We hate you, please die.

Fuck you fucks and the fucks you fucked in on!

this song is for the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony, and it's called 'we hate you, please die.

Pride is holding your head up high when everyone around you has theirs bowed. Courage is what makes you do it.

It is better to die on one's feet than to live on one's knees.

A la mierda! ¡El que quiera leer a Rimbaud que aprenda francés!

You—stink," I ended lamely, so sore I couldn't even try to be clever. "Okay, I stink," he said, walking off, "but someday you'll cut off an arm for one little whiff.

Sir, do you know they've cut us off? We're entirely surrounded." "Those poor bastards," Puller said. "They've got us right where we want 'em. We can shoot in every direction now.

Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!

Give him a good ducking, anyhow. -But he'd crawl back. Duck him again; and keep ducking him. -Suppose he should take it into his head to duck you, though—yes, and drown you—what then?

the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.

Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!

A te vengo, balena che tutto distruggi ma non vinci: fino all'ultimo lotto con te; dal cuore dell'inferno ti trafiggo; in nome dell'odio, vomito a te l'ultimo mio respiro.

He swam the seas before the continents broke water; he once swam over the site of the Tuileries, and Windsor Castle, and the Kremlin. In Noah's flood he despised Noah's Ark; and if ever the world is to be again flooded, like the Netherlands, to kill off its rats, then the eternal whale will still survive, and rearing upon the topmost crest of the equatorial flood, spout his frothed defiance to the skies.

Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.

Something shot from my dilated nostrils, he has inhaled it in his lungs. Starbuck is now mine; cannot oppose me now, without rebellion.

Please tell Field Marshal Goring for me, to stick his Swiss bank account up his fat ass.

Again, once one is attacked in war one can either give up and submit to looting, or one can fight. To fight means to try to frighten the other side, by a lot of murder, into stopping the war.

Just before the Battle of Thermoplyae, a Spartan warrior named Dienekes was told that the Persian archers could blank out the sun with their arrows. He replied Good, then we shall have our battle in the shade.

Here they resisted to the last, with their swords if they had them, and if not, with their hands and teeth

You, you insolent brazen bitch—you really dare to shake that monstrous spear in Father's face?