Quotes About Defiance

At least I'm not dead. That can be remedied. Jean-Claude & Richard

Damn you,' I said softly and with feeling. He smiled. 'We've been over that, ma petite; you are too late.

Se mai potrò, affiggerò sopra St.Louis un avviso per tutti i sicari professionisti. E cosa ci scriverai? 'Qui c'è una bastarda più grossa e più cattiva di voi.

Thanks, but I don't drink, she said as she ignored his arm and breezed past him. I'm just here to get laid.

Non sono un premio. Non sono la principessa che dev'essere salvata dal drago. Il principe sono io e i mostri li ammazzo io.»

you either kill your enemies or you leave them the fuck alone.

them. "I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to leave. I'll gather everyone up, and we'll leave you and your men alone. I'd put a sign above St. Louis for all the hired thugs, if I could." "What would it say?" I asked. "Here is a bigger motherfucker than you are." Jacob

He was looking at both of us, the gun held easily in his big hands. What's with the sunglasses, bitch? I let the name calling go. They had all the guns. They look cool, I said He laughed then, a warm growly sound. A nice laugh if he hadn't been armed.

Edward knelt by us, pulling the silver hood off the fire suit. He grinned at me. "Whose the biggest, baddest motherfucking necromancer?" I smiled at him, and said, "This girl." "Damn straight," he said.

I will be a bonfire and dare the world to put me out.

If I ever form a clan, we'll be the anti-cheerleaders and walk under the bleacher forming mild acts of mayhem.

She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.

Oppressive bastards, think they own the place. I told them that karma's going to kick their asses....

When life sucks, read. They can't yell at you for that. And if they do, then you can ignore them.

This is not a resting bitch face This is a touch-me-and-die face

I closed my eyes and let my enemy win.

Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners.

I'm not wearing this! I shouted. Wear it or die, Mom shouted back.

They keep asking questions like "What is wrong with you?" and "Do you think this is cute?" How can I answer? I don't have to. They don't want to hear anything I have to say.

Look in a mirror and find a ghost. Hear every heartbeat scream that everysinglething is wrong with you. Why? is the wrong question. Ask Why not?

face my truth This is not a resting bitch face This is a touch-me-and-die face

Life was a battle, and Mother a tired and bitter captain. The captain I had to obey.

The officer kicked the stool away. This time the rope did not break.

If you touch me, I'll cram your nose into your brain with the heel of my hand.