Quotes About Defiance

could it be???? Timothy Speaks, who had so many pierced holes in his ears you could have torn the lobe right off, effortlessly ripped it loose the same way you might separate a stamp from a sheet.

I felt my eyes tear up, and as my vision blurred I considered all the people who had fought against this and thought, Take that, assholes.

When shit brings you down, just say 'fuck it,' and eat yourself some motherfucking candy.

There were better things to do with life than giving in to the peer pressure of mortality.

Las cucarachas sobreviven, los héroes son aplastados.

You don't pock with the Dark Lord of the Sixth, Julian said.

But then she looked into the single brown eye of the gaunt, half-naked woman facing her, and a wolf looked back at her—a wounded pack leader, starved and weakened, who had been goaded and harried by the hounds on its back trail but would be harried no more. A wolf who would die where it stood rather than be driven further.

Maybe it's the taste of blood in my mouth or how angry I am at Derek, but I turn to Ben, slapping my stick on the ice. "Screw him," I say. "I'm making this team.

If Life Gives You Lemons, Make a Molotov Cocktail

I look at it and I say, You've got the wrong fellow. You may not believe in life, but I don't believe in death. Move on!

Even when we grow old and find ourselves alone again, we don't give a shit.

A man can die. He is glorious when he calmly accepts death; but when he fights like a tiger, when he stands at bay his back to the wall, a broken weapon in his hand, bloody, defiant, game to the end, then he is sublime. Then he wrings respect from the souls of even his bitterest foes. Then he is avenged even in his death.

I'm done with having a m-man tell me what to d-do." He could carry her out, force her to wait, but she was determined to test herself, see what she was capable of, and he had to give her that room.

Packed tight like a case of celery, only much darker than that. They were all against her, she could see. So many were there against her that a light slap from each one of them would have beat her to death. She felt them pelting her with dirty thoughts.

Well, she thought, that big old dawg with the hatred in his eyes had killed her after all.

To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat. I have no urge to make any concessions like that to the world as yet. I might be like that some day, but I doubt it. I am in the struggle with the sword in my hands, and I don't intend to run until you run me. So why give off the smell of something dead under the house while I am still in there tussling with my sword in my hand?

The icy sword of the square-toed one had cut off his breath and left his hands in a pose of agonizing protest.

You can't beat nobody down so low till you can rob 'em of they will.

Ah'm uh bitch's baby round lady people.

Put dat in yo' pipe and smoke it.

I began to worry a bit. Ella kept on hurling slurs. So I said, Come on, Big Sweet, we got to go to home. Nope, Ah ain't got to do nothin' but die and stay black.

I abide where there is a fight against wrong.

I was not an Abstract Expressionist. Nor was I an Irascible.

I have no faith in the justice system so I don't let anything affect me.