Quotes About Defiance

You young people, you who think you invented fun and drugs, fuck you

I held the face of mister angel like a baby or a football in the crook of my arm and bashed him with my knuckles, bashed him until his teeth broke through his lips. Bashed him with my elbow after that until he fell through my arms into a heap at my feet. Until the skin was pounded thin across his cheekbones and turned black. I wanted to breathe smoke.

Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!

Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.

Louvre müzesini yakmak istiyordum. Antik Yunan heykellerini çekiçle k?rmak, k?ç?m? Mona Lisa'ya silmek istiyordum. Art?k bu benim dünyam. Bu benim dünyam, benim dünyam ve o antik insanlar?n hepsi öldü.

Kid…" I'd say, "Don't say I didn't warn you.

Hoffnung ist was sehr Widerspenstiges. Eine Sucht, die man bekämpfen muss.

C'erano così tante leggi e, poco ma sicuro, almeno un miliardo di modi in cui le si poteva infrangere.

I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I'm free in all the ways that you are not.

Jedna dívka, se kterou se Misty znala na výtvarné Å¡kole, naplnila kuchy?ský mixér mokrým betonem a nechala ho puÅ¡tÄ›ný, dokud se motor v oblaku Å¡tiplavého dýmu nezavaÃ…â"¢il. To bylo její vyjádÃ…â"¢ení k životu ženy v domácnosti.

As if the only choice they have left is how they're going to die, and they want to die in a fight.

Walls tagged with graffiti (one such piece of tagging: a stencil of a familiar Sith Lord's helmet with the phrase beneath it reading VADER LIVES).

Mmph! Mmph." Translation: The Emperor will have your heads for this.

Palpatine has the presence of a collapsing star and the consumptive void that results from it. It draws you in. It takes something from you. It is a flensing, frightening force. But Rax stands tall

Leadership can mean defiance.

Miriam's heels are dug so far in, she's up to her neck.

He's the meat in the meat locker. The wrecking ball at the end of a crane's chain. The seawall that stands between the ocean and the shore. Big. Bald. Beaten down.

Tell me to smile, and I'll show you my teeth.)

Propriety can go dunk its head in an unflushed toilet.

Then my answer is Double-No with a side order of Nope-Nuh-Uh and a couple sauce packets of Extra-Zesty Fuck-No Dressing.

Freedom will bite back more fiercely when suspended than when she remains undisturbed.

what I really want to shout, and want in big letters on that grave, too, is FUCK YOU ALL. Don't all women feel the same? The only difference is how much we know we feel it, how in touch we are with our fury. We're all furies, except the ones who are too damned foolish

It was supposed to say Great Artist on my tombstone, but if I died right now it would say such a good teacher/daughter/friend instead; and what I really want to shout, and want in big letters on that grave, too, is FUCK YOU ALL.

It was supposed to say "Great Artist" on my tombstone, but if I died right now it would say "such a good teacher/?daughter/?friend" instead; and what I really want to shout, and want in big letters on that grave, too, is FUCK YOU ALL.