Quotes About Defiance

We're here to take Suren,' Revindra goes on. 'And we will take it ill if you attempt to prevent us.' The gaze that Oak slants towards me is as cold as the one he bestowed the ogres. 'Oh,' he says. 'I wouldn't dream of stopping you.

if you hurt me, i would'nt cry. i would hurt you back.

I am no swordsman, but moreover, I don't like giving my enemies what they want. Madoc has come for a duel, and if for no other reason than that, he should not have one.

We're not mortal. We will break you. You're a fragile little thing; we'd hardly need to try. Give up." "Never," I say. He smiles, smug. "Never? Never is like forever - too big for mortals to comprehend.

Get down on your knees, Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury transmuted into gloating. "Beg. Make it pretty. Flowery. Worthy of me.

It seemed, in the beginning, that fighting back would only bring me further pain. That's the lesson they wanted me taught, but soon I realised I would be hurt anyway. Better to hurt someone else when I had a chance. Better to make them hesitate, to know it would cost them something.

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.

Au!' zeg ik. 'Weet je eigenlijk wel wat een beul je bent?' Nu lacht ze van oor tot oor. Als het mogelijk was, zouden haar mondhoeken helemaal opkrullen. Ze leunt naar voren. 'O, dat weet ik heus wel. En ik weet ook dat jij het lekker vindt.' Sam gniffelt. Mij kan het niet schelen. Ik vind het inderdaad lekker.

I hate you," I whisper before he can speak. He takes my chin in his fingers, tilting my face to his. "Say it again," he says as the imps comb my hair and place the ugly, stinking crown on my head. His voice is low. The words are for me alone.

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

She reminded herself that there was nothing they could do to her. She was already like them. Already dead.

If I am to be a cat, let me give you a scratch.

Once, the thing I am wearing was a sundress, with fluttery sleeves. A diaphanous white gown that flowed around me when I spun. I found it in a shop late one night. I'd stripped off the clothes given to me in the Court of Teeth, left them behind, and put that on instead. I liked the dress so much that I wove myself a crown of hellebores and danced through the night streets. I stared at myself in puddles, convinced that as long as I didn't smile, I might even be pretty.

she still wears her arrogance like armour...

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

If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back." ? Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.

What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong? Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.

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 is the least of what I can do.

The duchess turned on Eugène with one of those insolent stares that envelop a man from head to foot, flatten him out, and leave him at zero.

I have been called a Rogue Elephant, a Cannibal Shark, and a crocodile. I am none the worse. I remain a caged, and rather sardonic, lion, in a particularly contemptible and ill-run zoo.

Your mind resists death with all its might.

Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. That's right, she thinks. We should all be raging and raving and brandishing our walking sticks: We don't want to go! And by the way, we want our legs and arms and backs to stop HURTING!! She will ask Thomas to find the rest of that poem on the Internet for her.

Come on. We're not going to let her bother