Quotes About Defiance

If I didn't have another reason to cross you, I would do it for spite.

You think because you can humiliate me, you can control me?

You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down.

Cardan grabs my face, fingers splayed against my neck. His breath is against my cheek. His other hand grabs my hair, winding it into a rope. --- "Get down on your knees," Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury has transmuted into gloating. "Beg. Make it petty. Flowery. Worthy of me.

I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules," I say. "But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am goinng to be something else.

I cannot seem to contort myself back into the shape of a dutiful child. I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone.

He would make out with girls in front of her. He would make out with boys in front of her. He would wink at her from across rooms, daring her to criticize him.

I want to scream at him! Do you know how hard it is to always keep your head down? To swallow insults and endure outright threats? And yet I have done so. I thought it proved my toughness. I thought if you saw I could take whatever came at me and still smile, you would see that I was worthy.

I don't mind being one-handed,but if you're going to restrain both of my hands , then you'll have to pour wine directly into my mouth

And to coddle your ego, I have made myself less. I have made myself small, I have kept my head down. But it wasn't enough to make you leave Taryn and me alone, so I'm not going to do that anymore. "I am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance.

Now, if anyone in the Refectory bothers you, you can chop off their head, Aaron thought cheerfully.

You think I'm weak.' 'You are weak,' I tell her. ''You're weak and pathetic and I-' 'I'm a mirror,' she shouts. 'I'm the mirror you don't want to look at.

We did not send for you, and we do not need you!' Randalin begins, clearly intending to give some servant- probably Fand- the tongue-lashing he wishes he could bestow on my person. Then he blanches and lurches to his feet. The High King stands in the doorway. His eyebrows rise, and a malicious smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. 'Many think that, but few are bold enough to say it to my face.

We show her that I am no feckless High King." "And how do we do that?" I ask. "With great difficulty," he says. "Since I fear she is right.

if you're thinking of calling the guards, know that the only reason I have for not stabbing you in the throat is the fear that you might die loudly.' The Ghost gives me a small, wry smile. 'I would, you know. Very loudly. Just to spite you.

Cardan's face is serious, almost grave, in a way that he seldom allows himself to be. "When my father sent me way, at first i tried to prove that i was nothing like he thought me. But when that didn't work, I tried to be exactly what he believed i was instead. If he thought i was bad, i would be worse. If he thought i was cruel, i would be horrifying. I would live down to his every expectation. If i couldn't have his favor, then i would have his wrath.

Yes, fine,' he says, annoyed, trying to push my blade away. I hold it steady, so that the knife cuts in to his skin. He swears and puts a bleeding finger in his mouth. 'What was that for?' 'For fun.

Cardan glances toward me, as though for help. When I am silent, he frowns, annoyed with both of us. 'Although I am wearing the cloak Mother Marrow made me, the one that will turn any blade, I still promise to run, tail between my legs. And since I have a tail, that should be amusing for everyone. Are you satisfied?

I wish I could punch him in his smug face and show him how undeterred I am by his exile.

But I'm done with being weak. I'm done with being good. I think I'm going to be something else

Deny it, then," I yell. "Deny me!" He cannot, of course, so he does not.

I am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance. You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing. You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down. I promise you this"—I throw his own words back at him—"this is the least of what I can do.

I am not drinking that," Jasper said. "I am a deWinter. We do not froth.

Perhaps I cannot be glamoured, but that doesn't mean I cannot be broken." -The Wicked Prince