Quotes About Defiance

The next time someone tries to make you feel bad about feeling good, respond by continuing to live well.

Malhadada suerte la nuestra de mujeres fuertes y temidas de los hombres! ¡Tenían que encerrarnos, humillarnos, pegarnos, para olvidar el temor que les inspirábamos y sentirse reyes!

He who is silent and bows his head dies every time he does so. He who speaks aloud and walks with his head held high dies only once.

Orice guvern va conduce lumea, eu voi fi mereu în opoziÅ£ie.

Adev?rata nobleÈ›e a omului, eroismul s?u cel mai mare const? în a È™ti s? tr?iasc? pân? atunci când toate temeiurile vieÈ›ii sunt distruse în el, pân? atunci când v?lurile È™i cârjele care fac posibil? viaÈ›a tuturor au fost aruncate la o parte. Prin aceast? nobleÈ›e, prin aceast? m?reÈ›ie, prin acest ultim È™i disperat curaj, scap în acelaÈ™i timp de moarte È™i de mediocritate.

Malpelo, un monellaccio che nessuno avrebbe voluto vedersi davanti, e che tutti schivavano come un can rognoso, e lo accarezzavano coi piedi, allorché se lo trovavano a tiro. Egli era davvero un brutto ceffo, torvo, ringhioso, e selvatico.

It is remarkable that this people, though unarmed, dares attack an armed foe the infantry defy the cavalry, and by their activity and courage generally prove victors.

But wulf did what it does: Simply insisted. Simply burned through. Simply defied. The same shrugging, grinning continuance. The nature of life. The nature of the beast.

Let me tell you this: They shut me down on radio, that's fine, I'll do TV. They shut me down on TV, that's fine, I'll do Internet. They shut me down on the Internet, that's fine, I'll do stage shows. They shut me down on stage shows, that's fine, I'll go door to door. You will have to shoot me in the head. We are not stopping.

You can try to put the lid on this group of people, but you will never silence us. You will never you can shoot me in the head, you can shoot the next guy in the head, but there will be 10 others that line up. And it may not happen today, it may not happen next week, but freedom will be restored in this land. Period. And no matter what you want to call it, it is a totalitarian state that you're headed towards.

I considered him and felt the now familiar crush of emotions weighing on me, begging me to cave in and fall into his strong arms. I pushed back with every ounce of energy I had left. Every time I trusted someone, I got hurt. Every time I let go, I was let down. Not again. I would drive them away before the left.

him, Cousin One. But first, I'll take this." He grabbed for Riff's flute. Riff jumped back. "No, you won't!" Captain Zee swung his whip,

Feminism...is not 'women as victims' but women refusing to be victims.

I pray for the courage To walk naked At any age To wear red and purple, To be unladylike, Inappropriate, Scandalous and incorrect To the very end.

We are the women our parents warned us about - and we are proud!

Rauve, you son of a..."  Pagan growled in disapproval, his words punctuated by hacks of his sword. "Does...no one...heed my...commands?"  His

I am the spirit of perpetual negation. (Mephistopheles)

First you say I am a murderer - an agent in league against you - and now I am a deluded heartsick girl! Pray make up your mind so I can scoff at you with precision!

She was already fierce. She required none of this nonsense, and if she'd carried a man's strength and her father's horsewhip these villains would as one be on their knees.

Sir Brian told him in fulsome scatological terms what he could do with his lineage.

Some torture Fate beyond recognition rather than let him have his way.

Also he saw one dog, that would neither conciliate nor obey, finally killed in the struggle for mastery.

The Cockney has one oath, and one oath only, the most indecent in the language, which he uses on any and every occasion.  Far different is the luminous and varied Western swearing, which runs to blasphemy rather than indecency.  And after all, since men will swear, I think I prefer blasphemy to indecency; there is an audacity about it, an adventurousness and defiance that is better than sheer filthiness.

With the aurora borealis flaming coldly overhead, or the stars leaping in the frost dance, and the land numb and frozen under its pall of snow, this song of the huskies might have been the defiance of life, only it was pitched in minor key, with long-drawn wailings and half-sobs, and was more the pleading of life, the articulate travail of existence. It was an old song, old as the breed itself—one of the first songs of the younger world in a day when songs were sad.