Quotes About Defiance

It's your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can't lose.

If you don't get out of my way right this minute, I'm going to . . ." She pictured bringing up her knee hard and watching him writhe in pain on the floor. The image in her mind was as vivid as his shark image had been. Aidan leapt away from her, laughing as he did so. "You have a nasty little temper, Alexandria.

She didn't want any contact with Whitney at all. He was the boogeyman. He'd held absolute authority over her for her entire life. Defying him was difficult. It said a lot that Shylah was willing to die-that she would choose a horrific death rather than go back to him.

She lifted her head. He knows I love you. She touched his face, her fingers trembling. He knows, Jackson. He can't get in when I'm filled with you and it's making him angrier. He's never denied himself anything and he believes he owns me. Well he's wrong, Elle. No one owns you.

I wonder how you'll scream when I tear out your heart and show it to you," Emma said, very calmly, her voice low, meaning every word.

That won't be necessary. They aren't living with us. They can get their own damn homes. If they want to hang around, they can sit out on the roof and play with their guns.

Two F-bombs in under a second. He was more than furious. She had no choice but to lift her chin, but she kept her eyes childishly shut tight, afraid if she looked at him, she'd be lost.

Since I've had to endure your ugliness my entire life, I'm immune to whatever venom you choose to spew. However, and you'd better hear me, Eloisa, I will not tolerate you doing the same thing to my woman. She's my choice. She's always going to be my choice.

He looks at me. She lifted her chin belligerently, silently daring MaryAnn to laugh. If MaryAnn's eyebrow could have risen any higher it would have reached her hairline. Her mouth twitched, and she hastily bit the end of her pen. Oh, my. The bastard.

He was certain she had an infirmity, some rare, peculiar mental disorder from birth, that made her do the opposite of what any authority figure told her.

Keep making fun of my name and every time you order a drink, I'm going to put something in it you won't like

Keep making fun of my name and every time you order a drink, I'm going to put something in it you aren't going to like, Ashe muttered under her breath.

Don't even try that with me, Gregori." She included Mikhail in her stare. "And you, you big lunk, you would have gone along with him like the tree-swinging macho man you are. Watch these guys, Shea, they're impossible. They'll do anything to get their way." Shea found herself smiling. "So I've noticed.

I've got some bad news for you, Larry. The sad truth is, I'd rather pull out my fingernails one by one than sleep with you." She slipped out of the low-slung car. "Your breath stinks, Lar, and let's just face it—you're a creep." She slammed the door with such force he winced visibly.

You may as well have written your name in the sky with your challenge, Gregori." "I want the vampire to be very clear about who I am, whom he has chosen for his enemy.

Fuck you and the bird you flew in on. -Julija, page 23

I need you to do as I ask you," he said in desperation, fighting the beast lifting its head hungrily. Her laughter was soft, enticing, the sound dancing over his skin. "No, you don't. Too many people think your word is law. You need someone to defy you a little bit.

Go back to sleep, you big baby. I can handle things just fine, thank you very much, without any great big he-man to protect me. I would much prefer that you return to the safety of the inn until I rise. There was the merest hint of command in his voice. He was trying to soften his manner with her, and she found herself smiling at his efforts. It isn't going to happen, so learn to live with it. American women are very difficult.

Trying to control someone like that is like trying to hold water in your hand. It just makes a man insane." "So, basically, if you locked her up, she might kick your balls right up into your stomach and then smile at you as you're lying on the floor." "Basically." Jack shot him a grin. "Good for her

Stupid little bitch. You messed with the wrong man." "Stupid little bastard. You messed with the wrong woman." Alena had come down under him, but her legs were wrapped loosely around his neck. She tightened them and rolled, snapping his neck easily. "Idiot," she hissed. "I don't have time to play around. I've got a restaurant to run.

Good!" Ripley said, standing again. She was tall, imposing, and she liked the way a couple of the guys winced a little when she shouted. "That's because I blew it out of the airlock.

Not for reasons unknown!" Ripley said, again. One more time, she thought. The more she told her story, the less they seemed to believe it, and the more terrible it became to her. "I told you, we set down there on company orders to get this thing which destroyed my crew. And your expensive ship.

Who are your favorite heroines in real life? The women of Afghanistan, Iraq, and Iran who risk their lives and their beauty to defy the foulness of theocracy. Ayaan Hirsi Ali and Azar Nafisi as their ideal feminine model.

I was abruptly recognized as nonthreatening, brusquely advised to fuck off, and off I duly and promptly fucked.