Quotes About Defiance

Había una guerra, pero, como siempre, la dirigencia colombiana aceptaba como legítima toda violencia que se ejerciera desde el poder y condenaba como criminal toda violencia que se opusiera a las autoridades, incluso en legítima defensa, aunque la actuación de las autoridades fuera evidentemente injusta.

Who can refute a sneer?

Keep away. The sow is mine.

Yeah, hello and good-bye," Karras growled. "Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my room?

The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail—its roof may shake—the wind may blow through it—the storm may enter—the rain may enter—but the King of England cannot enter—all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement!

If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms—never—never—never! You cannot conquer America.

To be sure, the Finnish soldier was aware of the numerical odds against him, but he rendered those odds less terrible by cracking jokes about them: "They are so many, and our country is so small, where will we find room to bury them all?

So many small nations had been bullied into humiliating surrender, the dictators had won so many cheap victories, that idealism had been left starving....

Unhand me, gentlemen,By heaven! I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gallTo make oppression bitter.

Not a whit, we defy augury; there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em;Thought is free.

Come the three corners of the world in arms,And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,If England to itself do rest but true.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

Let not women's weapons, waterdrops,Stain my man's cheeks!

Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,And make death proud to take us.

I am one, my liege,Whom the vile blows and buffets of the worldHave so incens'd that I am reckless whatI do to spite the world.

A plague of all cowards, I say.

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on.

Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle.

Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,Than such a Roman.

Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.