Quotes About Defiance

Mia] didn't care, Mrs. Richardson realized, what people thought of her. In a way, that made her dangerous.

Maybe sometimes, she thought, the bird with its head held high took flight. Maybe sometimes, the nail that stuck up pierced the foot that stomped down.

Mia didn't care, Mrs. Richardson realized, what people thought of her. In a way, this made her dangerous.

Chloe thought madly about tiny FM radios that she could hide in her ear and pull her hair over to hide, about getting very badly drunk or stoned, about getting one of the loopier Wiccans at school to put her into a trance before the reading. Anything that could get her through it with her sanity intact and a straight face.

Literature is a defense against the attacks of life. It says to life: You can't deceive me. I know your habits, foresee and enjoy watching all your reactions, and steal your secret by involving you in cunning obstructions that halt your normal flow.

Litterature is a defense against the attacks of life. It says to life: 'You can't deceive me. I know your habits, foresee and enjoy watching your reactions, and steal your secrets by involving you in cunning obstructions that halt your normal flow.' ...

Some might think you suicidal." "Well, 'some' can stick it up their ass.

On the southern flank, Company B was fast going to pieces. As infiltrating Germans approached Britton's command post in a house, they yelled in English: "Come on out!" To which Britton yelled back: "Fuck you, come on in!"[354]

Dandyism is the last spark of heroism amid decadence.

It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.

Against the odds, they refuse to succeed.

They refuse to credit my tale; they impute my act to the influence of daemons; they account me an example of the doom me to death and infamy. Have I power to escape this evil? If I have, be sure I will exert it. I will not accept evil at their hand, when I am entitled to good; I will suffer only when I cannot elude suffering.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.

If I live, I will fight, wherever I must, as long as I must, until the enemy is defeated and the national stain washed clean.

Whatever happens, the flame of the French resistance must not and shall not die.

I respect only those who resist me, but I cannot tolerate them.

Cowards lower their eyes, but also the arms. (Les lâches baissent les yeux ; - Baissent aussi les bras.)

May my enemies tremble if they still have time! (Que mes ennemis soient tremblants - S'ils en ont encore le temps!)

Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me.

Why don't you cry again, you little wretch? -Because I'll never cry for you again.

This was a vagrant of sixty-five, who was going to prison for not playing the flute; or, in other words, for begging in the streets, and doing noting for his livelihood. In the next cell, was another man, who was going to the same prison for hawking tin saucepans without a licence; thereby doing something for his living, in defiance of the Stamp-office.

Doctor, they are very proud, these Nobles; but we common dogs are proud too, sometimes. They plunder us, outrage us, beat us, kill us; but we have a little pride left, sometimes.

Approach me again, you — you — you Heep of infamy," gasped Mr. Micawber, " and if your head is human, I'll break it.

I'll not leave a handful of that dark hair upon your head, if you lay a finger on me!