Quotes About Defiance

Nací dura, heroica, solitaria y de pie. Y he encontrado mi contrapunto en el paisaje sin elementos pintorescos y sin belleza. La fealdad es mi estandarte de guerra. Yo amo lo feo con un amor de igual a igual. Y desafío a la muerte. Yo, yo soy mi propia muerte.

E eu não aguento a resignação. Ah, como devoro com fome e prazer a revolta.

Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

If we must die, let it not be like hogsHunted and penned in an inglorious spot.

Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate Against the potent poison of your hate.

Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the courage and the grace To bear my anger proudly and unbent.

A veces no está tan mal ser cabrón, mantiene tu dignidad a flote. Y en tiempos en que todo lo que te rodea es mierda, mantenerse a flote es importante.

al corazón no se le dan órdenes, decía, el corazón se rompe, y si se le dice que no se rompa se rompe igualmente, como el mío...

Persistence is not defiance, but lawlessness is.

We do not tolerate evil in any form. We live a life to counter evil.

I tried being reasonable, but I didn't like it.

Are you going to pull those pistols or whistle Dixie?

A grief-stricken man is driven to defy the gods.

To resist was fatal, and it was impossible to fly. —EDWARD GIBBON,

The only answer to Hitler was a contrary violence.

Human legs, Annie, are always too short, toes never fit, and people are thankfully almost always totally preoccupied with either subversion, defiance or escape.

It has been said that Poland is dead, exhausted, enslaved, but here is the proof of her life and triumph.

The grand truth about Nathaniel Hawthorne. He says NO! in thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.

Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.

to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.

If a man spoke to you in that tone, you'd invite him to step outside and ask someone to hold your coat." 378

Look at my face: I am not afraid of any man alive.

You . . . person," he says; and again, "you nobody from Hell, you whore-spawn, you cluster of evil, you lawyer.

He is tired out from the effort of deciphering the world. Tired from the effort of smiling at the foe.