Quotes About Defiance

There comes a time when a man must spit on his hands, hoist the black flag and begin slitting throats.

Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.

David,you're my true love, why did we wait so long to get together? I don't care what the world says. Let's defy them all, my darling. - Maddy

Freedom abhors the spirit of slavery.

I introduced his head to the corner of the railing.

You know what I think of a guy who wags a finger at me and makes a tut-tut-tut noise? I think he's begging to lose a finger.

I really hate the implication that just because I'm small and female, I can't take care of myself.

When the Bible says black, I say white. When it says good, I say evil. When it says Behold, Jehovah is a God of Light, I say, Behold, He is the Lord of dark places, for his children gnash their teeth and cry unto him and are not heard.

The People's Independent Republic of Arse, Cock and Yo-ho-bloody-ho, I say. PIRACY! –You are a pirate! –Damn right I am! I'm Flash Jack Carter, the Darling of the Deep, the Blessed of the Briny, Sodomite Scourge of the Seven Seas ...

The defiance of established authority, religious and secular, social and political, as a world-wide phenomenon may well one day be accounted the outstanding event of the last decade.

It doesn't matter if one man fights or ten thousand; if the one man sees he has no option but to fight, then he will fight, whether he has others on his side or not.

Anna Quangel felt herself trembling. Then she looked over at Otto again. He might be right: whether their act was big or small, no one could risk more than his life. Each according to his strength and abilities, but the main thing was, you fought back. Still

O]b wenig oder viel, niemand konnte mehr als sein Leben wagen. Jeder nach seinen Kräften und Anlagen – die Hauptsache: man widerstand.

He threw himself against the bars, he cared nothing that some swine beat his face till the blood came, he fought day after day with an enemy invisible to us, and day after day he took up the fight anew.

Stan, don't let them tell you what to do!

But, of course, we cannot choose. We can only try to cope. That is what one does with sorrow, with tragedy, with any misfortune. We do not try to explain it. We do not try to explain it. We do not justify it by telling ourselves that we somehow deserve it. We do not even accept it. We survive it. We recognize its unfairness and defiantly choose to go on living.

I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what. - Atticus Finch

Real courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.

I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.

I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.

His conversation was in free and easy defiance of Murray's Grammar, and was garnished at convenient intervals with various profane expressions, which not even the desire to be graphic in our account shall induce us to transcribe.

George was taken home, and put to the meanest drudgery of the farm. He had been able to repress every disrespectful word; but the flashing eye, the gloomy and troubled brow, were part of a natural language that could not be repressed,—indubitable signs, which showed too plainly that the man could not become a thing.

My master! and who made him my master? That's what I think of—what right has he to me? I'm a man as much as he is. I'm a better man than he is.

heavy gold watch-chain, with a bundle of seals of portentous size, and a great variety of colors, attached to it,—which, in the ardor of conversation, he was in the habit of flourishing and jingling with evident satisfaction. His conversation was in free and easy defiance of