Quotes About Defiance

We were playing this music and we were trying to be the heaviest thing on the face of the planet. We wanted just to piss people off and send everybody home. and that can't be, like, flower metal." - Possessed's Jeff Beccera on coining the term 'death metal

I'm running it. Not Mr. Ruhl or any one else. Get that through your head, once and for all." "Looka here!" flashed Cleppy. "I don't aim to let any man speak that way to my wife. Cut it out, before I—" "You're fired," ordained Banks, in his best voice. "Go to the cashier and get your time. I'll not stand for any back talk or bluster here. Not from anybody. Get out!

Nonsense is an assertion of man's spiritual freedom in spite of all the oppressions of circumstance.

La rebelión consiste en mirar una rosa hasta pulverizarse los ojos.

Una mirada desde la alcantarilla puede ser una visión del mundo, la rebelión consiste en mirar una rosa hasta pulverizarse los ojos.

Aunque es tarde, es noche, y tú no puedes. Canta como si no pasara nada.

I offer myself awfully abyss frost I offer myself you frighten me I offer myself I don't give a fuck

No acepto ya la condición de Hombre-Avispa, de Hombre-Ninguno, ni admito que el ritmo de mi existencia sea marcado por el mazo de un cómitre.

I told her I hated normal people and the land of the fucking free and the home of the asshole brave, and I hated God and George and all and everything.

Crime is a rigid, unbending master, against whom no one can be strong except by total rebellion

Le parole dell'iniquo che è forte penetrano e sfuggono. Egli può adirarsi che tu mostri sospetto di lui, e nello stesso tempo farti sentire che quello di che tu sospetti è certo: può insultare e chiamarsi offeso, schernire e domandar ragione, atterrire e lagnarsi, essere sfacciato e irreprensibile.

Il delitto è un padrone rigido e inflessibile, contro cui non divien forte se non chi se ne ribella interamente.

Can I just fight you now? Please? I'd rather die than continue this conversation.

My grandmother was in line to be shot into a pit. She said, 'What happens if I step out of line?' He said, 'I don't have the heart to shoot you but somebody will,' and she stepped out of line. For that, I am here and my children are here. So step out of line, ladies, step out of line.

sweating like demons they scream through our speakers, but we leave the sound on cuz silence is harder and no one's the killer and no one's the martyr. The world that has made us can no longer contain us.

The word felt good, liberating. So, I repeat it. "Fuck." Then, again. And again. Because it made me someone else, someone normal and happy, someone who used words like that, like St. John. I repeated it, over and over until she walked away, wounded. Then, I was glad. And still, I kept repeating it, because that was the only thing that kept me from crying.

Though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil, for I am the evilest motherfucker in the valley

It was such a hard thing, this virtue, it seemed to me. Keeping it was like having to grip the knife by the blade and defend yourself with the hilt. Ever since I'd been old enough to know about virtue in a woman, it had seemed like a bull's-eye painted on my head in rouge. I was sure, as I was led away, I would be better off without it. It was better to be done with it and be gone.

I sang it as a gift to the audience, to the composer, to me. I sang it as a taunt to the Fates, too. I was weary of my fears as well as my desires, and so I sang it in simple defiance of all of it, even defying myself.

I became something they couldn't imagine, something they would have kept me from becoming, and that, it seems to me, was always in my nature to become. They

We cannot afford to be afraid, and so we don't allow ourselves to sense and feel the fear within us. We lower our brows to deny it, set our jaws to defy it, and smile to deceive ourselves. But inwardly we remain scared to death.

And so, Woodhull single-mindedly devoted himself to destroying the British, their allies, and all that they stood for by spying the daylights out of them.

Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" she gritted. "The kitchen? The sewers? The fires of hell?

Artemisia ona kap?y? açm?yor. Arabas?na binme teklifini de geri çeviriyor. Eve kapanaca??n?, Türkler gibi eve kapal? ya?ad???n? hayk?r?yor içerden.