Quotes About Defiance

A playwright lives in an occupied country. And if you can't live that way you don't stay.

There was no indication of panic. The broken files marched back in steady step. The effort was nobly made and failed from the blows that could not be fended.

That's why I called my record Devil Without a Cause - I'm a white boy who's so sick of hearing that white kids are going to steal rap.

Somebody might try to steal your backpack, somebody might throw bread at you in the lunchroom. I was the kind of kid that if you did that, I wanted to fight.

I wasn't stealing cars at like, six. But I've always been bad.

Oust me if you want, but if I stepped down, I would be admitting guilt.

Spring is here, even in London N.1, and they can't stop you from enjoying it," he wrote in April 1946. "The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling through the cities, the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun, and neither the dictators, nor the bureaucrats, deeply as they disapprove of the process, are able to prevent it.

How long shall thy Madness outbrave our justice?

A system more ingeniously contrived, first for the debasement, and then for the continuance in that debasement, of an entire people cannot easily be imagined.

the citizens of Ulysses cut the town's buildings into pieces and dragged them across the prairie to a new location, "leaving the bond-holders," as the 1939 WPA guide to the state puts it, "40 acres of bare ground on which to foreclose."9 The only social actor capable of that kind of defiance today is the corporation. Corporations are mobile; cities are not.

Conservatism, on the other hand, is the doctrine of the oppressed majority. Conservatism does not defend some established order of things: It accuses; it rants; it points out hypocrisies and gleefully pounces on contradictions.

The swaggering personal habits of the bitter self-made men only confirmed my adolescent understanding of the social order. Riding a BMW motorcycle without a helmet, taking no shit from the police, drinking Wild Turkey at all hours of the day, carrying a .45 automatic tucked into their waistband—if that wasn't working class, what was?

Pride will spit in pride's face.

If you stand up and be counted, from time to time you may get yourself knocked down. But remember this: A man flattened by an opponent can get up again. A man flattened by conformity stays down for good.

I hope we shall crush in its birth the aristocracy of our monied corporations which dare already to challenge our government to a trial by strength, and bid defiance to the laws of our country.

I hope we shall take warning from the example of England and crush in its birth the aristocracy of our moneyed corporations which dare already to challenge our Government to trial, and bid defiance to the laws of our country.

The spirit of resistance to government is so valuable on certain occasions that I wish it to be always kept alive.

As our enemies have found we can reason like men, so now let us show them we can fight like men also.

The spirit of resistance to government is so valuable on certain occasions, that I wish it to be always kept alive. It will often be exercised when wrong, but better so than not to be exercised at all. I like a little rebellion now and then.

The result was that Preston successfully negotiated quite a few decades without ever coming within hailing distance of puberty. In this state of arrested development, he defiantly lived through many a perverse adventure. And he still lives in the pages of those books I wrote about him, though I stopped writing them some years ago.

Though opposition is a hopeless task, acquiescence would be worse.

Castiza: "False! I defy you both! I have endured you with an ear of fire; Your tongues have struck hot irons on my face! Mother, come from that poisonous woman there." Gratiana: "Where?" Castiza: "Do you not see her? She's too inward then.

He wanted to say, That's my business, and mind yours. He wanted to ask them if they had a beat they should be walking. He sorely wanted to mouth off, and right then he didn't even mind being outnumbered two to one. But they had thousands at their backs. So he tried to look friendly. Even smiled. Hating himself for it.

He had broken plenty of rules today. If he wasn't fired for it, he would break a few more.