Quotes About Defiance

Do I look like a fucking slave to you? he asked them. And though, finally, they would bring him down with sheer weight of numbers, none who heard him ask that question lived to see the dawn.

I said—do you want to kill a fucking dragon?" More yells, and more punch behind them this time. Egar eased up out of his crouch and filled his lungs. "I can't hear you! Do you—or do you not—want to kill—a motherfucking dragon?

but fuck it, you've got to make a stand somewhere. And a man can stave off his own death wish for only so long.

I am Friend to Carrion Crows and Wolves. I am Carry Me and Kill with Me, and Die with Me Where the Road Ends. I am not the Honeyed Promise of Length of Life in Years to Come, I am the Iron Promise of Never Being a Slave.

I'd rather you didn't smoke in here.' 'Kawahara, I'd rather you died of an internal haemorrhage, but I don't suppose you'll oblige me.

Preferiría que no fumara aquí. - Kawahara, yo en cambio preferiría que usted se muriera de una hemorragia interna, pero no creo que vaya a hacerlo.

They'd spit in your eye and walk away if you called them victims, but somehow that same grit never found its way into any built form better than hardscrabble endurance and nonspecific rage.

Oh, I'm bowed, but unbroken.

You're taller than I am, but I'm stronger, and meaner right this minute than you could ever imagine - Lady Madelyne.

A wife must do whatever her husband orders her to do." The command didn't sit well with her. "This wife doesn't." "Damn it, Gillian, don't turn stubborn on me." "A husband doesn't curse in his wife's presence." "This husband does," he snapped.

Because the only way to resist, our husbands had taught us, was by not resisting.

Every man or woman who makes a stand helps keep the flame of freedom burning.

It seemed to me it would be better to die standing up to a tyrant than to survive as a tool of his will.

I like your anger,' the Hag said mildly. 'I like your resistance. It makes you less than courteous, but altogether more interesting.

Part of me has turned wild, and another part's turned dark as endless night, and I'm not going to change back just because someone says I must.

Be radical, have principles, be absolute, be that which the bourgeoisie calls an extremist: give yourself without counting or calculating, don't accept what they call 'the reality of life' and act in such a way that you won't be accepted by that kind of 'life', never abandon the principle of struggle.

The legionary spirit is that fire of one who will choose the hardest road, who will fight to the death even when all is already lost.

I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name My name is my own my own my own and I can't tell you who the hell set things up like this but I can tell you that from now on my resistance my simple and daily and nightly self-determination may very well cost you your life

I am the history of the rejection of who I am

I am the history of battery assault and limitless armies against whatever I want to do with my mind and my body and my soul

not his mother, nor did he hesitate to say so.

I wanted to look calm, and to let them know that they could not demoralize us. I had no fear or sense of humiliation, only contempt for them. What had turned people into monsters? What

The mask was no longer a means by which to get you back, but only a hidden camera through which to watch your betrayal of me. I had made the mask for the purpose of recovering myself. But it had willfully escaped from me and, taking great pleasure in its evasion, had become defiant;

Their monstrous forms represent the perverse defiance of normal categories and the confusion of identity associated with social and cosmic disorder.