Quotes About Defiance

dredged up a quote from someone I rarely agreed with about anything. "What's the point of free will, if not to spit in the eye of destiny?

Remember who you are. This creature wants to take it from you. Do not let him.

Never again. Tell them that. Never again. Or Hell itself will not hide you from me.

Fight like a woman, my ass," Murphy muttered darkly

Finish that sentence, Raith, and we throw down," said Murphy in a calm, level voice.

I just put the Erlking on the bench and laid a beatdown on freaking Santa Claus!' I told them. 'So you tell me, who's next?

I shall most likely kill you on the morrow.

Get out of the way, Mavra. Or don't get out of the way. If you try to stop us from leaving, if you try to hurt anyone under my protection, you'll be dealing with a Wizard of the Council, a Knight of the Sword and a girl with a basket full of garlic and holy water. I don't care how big, bad, and ugly you are, there won't be anything left of you but a greasy spot on the floor.

I liked it way better when I could just be openly defiant, rather than being forced to resort to reason.

If I'd realized how rabid he was to catch me slipping, I wouldn't have added more fuel to his fire by hitting him in the mouth. Okay. I probably still would have hit him in the mouth. But I wouldn't have done it quite so hard.

We find Maggie," I said. "We take her back. And we kill anyone who gets in the way." Susan

Elaine kept that deadly little wand pointed at the Skavis, eyes narrowed, and said, her voice rough and raw, "Who's useless now, bitch?

What's the point of free will, if not to spit in the eye of destiny?

Stop where you are." He didn't. He took a step toward me. So I shot him.

defenestration

Oh, crap. You're saying that it's going to kill me, too." "Yes, that is exactly what I'm freaking saying, you tool." "Um," Thomas said, "I'm against that.

I would beat you to crap if you didn't already look like it

I took a slow breath and stepped past her, to face the king of the Red Court. He was kinda little.

If you scrunch up your eyes a little, you can almost imagine its features as medieval ramparts and towers and crenellation, standing like some ancient mountain bastion, determined to defend the citizens of Chicago against the plagues and evils of the world. Provided they have enough medical coverage, of course.

I couldn't arm wrestle an ogre, even with the mantle. I couldn't have won a magical duel with Mab or Titania—probably not even against Maeve or Lily. I couldn't outrun one of the Sidhe. But I could defy absolutely anyone. I could lift my will against that of anything, and know that the fight might be lopsided, but never hopeless.

Mr. Dresden," Parker growled. He eyed me up and down. "What exactly makes you think you can stop me from killing you?" I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children. "Oh, I don't know," I chuckled. "Maybe because the second you step out of line, I'm going to wreck you a whole hell of a lot worse than that truck. And because in just a couple of minutes, the police are going to be arriving to sort you out.

Then I drew in a breath, and my renewed will with it, lifted the rod in my right hand, murmured a phrase in a language I didn't know, and blew the tires off his fucking truck.

It isn't enough to stand up and fight darkness. You've got to stand apart from it, too. You've got to be different from it.

At the end of the day . . . some son of a bitch had freaking killed me. That's not the kind of thing you can just let stand.