Quotes About Resistance

The Negro cannot win the respect of his oppressor by acquiescing; he merely increases the oppressor's arrogance and contempt.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.

This child, who is grasping the stone, facing the tank, is it not the greatest message to the world when that hero becomes a martyr? We are proud of them.

Meditation is a silent way of looking at resistance. You're not running away from it -- you're sitting with the resistance ... basically you're trying to follow the resistance. And I think that's very interesting.

You're afraid of it because it's stronger than you, you hate it because you're afraid of it, you love it because you can't master it. You can only love something that refuses to be mastered.

I am like a machine being driven to excessive rotations: the bearings are incandescing and, in a minute, melted metal will begin to drip and everything will turn to nothing. Quick: get cold water, logic. I am pouring it over myself by the bucketload but the logic sizzles on the hot bearings and dissipates elusive white steam into the air.

It just goes against nature for a thinking and seeing being to live among these irregularities and unknown X's. It is as if someone blindfolds you and then makes you walk around like that and you feel your way around, stumbling, and you know that there is an edge somewhere very nearby and that it would only that one step for the only thing left of you to be a flattened, mangled piece of meat. Isn't that just about the same thing I'm going through?

DüÅŸünen, görüÅŸ sahibi bir yarat???n düzensizlikler, bilinmezler, X'ler aras?nda yaÅŸamas? doÄŸaya ayk?r?d?r: Gözlerinizi baÄŸlad?klar?n? ve yürümeye, hem de hemen birkaç ad?m ötede uçurumun kenar?n?n bulunduÄŸunu bildiÄŸiniz halde el yordam?yla yürümeye zorlad?klar?n? farz edin.

But how was I going to explain my whole being, this whole disease that I've been jotting down in these pages? So I shut up and went along peacefully. A leaf torn off a tree by a sudden gust of wind falls peacefully downward, but on the way it twists, catches at every twig, offshoot, branch that it knows. That is just how I caught at each silent spherical head, at the transparent ice of the walls, at the light blue needle of the Accumulator Tower as it thrust up into the clouds.

You can only love something that refuses to be mastered.

But how explain all of myself, all of my sickness, recorded in these pages? And I subsided and walked obediently. ... A leaf torn off a tree by a sudden blast of wind obediently falls downward, but on the way it whirls, catches at every familiar branch, fork, knot And I, too, was catching at every silent spherical head, at the transparent ice of the walls, at the blue spire of the Accumulator Tower piercing a cloud.

Here I saw, with my own eyes, that laughter was the most terrible weapon: you can kill anything with laughter - even murder itself.

Under the regime of Nazi Germany, these perfectly "ordinary" people were turned into something extraordinarily inhuman.

When a woman dislikes the man who is courting her, she parries him cleverly, like a willow in the wind.

Americans have the will to resist because you have weapons. If you don't have a gun, freedom of speech has no power.

Every time the enemy throws us off our guard, and we give way to temptation, he gains so much; he weakens us and strengthens himself; when we resist temptation, it strengthens the Saints and weakens the enemy.

So when Fyrdraacas turn fourteen and celebrate their Catorcena, and are then adults in the eyes of the Warlord, off we go to Benica Barracks to learn to march, to learn to ride, to learn to shoot, to learn to die. But I do not want to go to the Barracks and learn to be a killer, a servant, a slave.

You can two-time satan But you can't lick the Holy Ghost.

It is much harder to struggle against irrelevance than against exploitation.

Today most of us speak, think and dream in imperial languages that were forced upon our ancestors by the sword.

A common saying among European soldiers facing African enemies was, 'Come what may, we have machine guns, and they don't.

??levsizli?e kar?? mücadele sömürüye kar?? mücadeleden çok daha zordur.

Those who resent the mutilation of Indian culture by the British Raj inadvertently sanctify the legacies of the Mughal Empire and the conquering sultanate of Delhi.

Had the Aztecs and Incas shown a bit more interest in the world surrounding them – and had they known what the Spaniards had done to their neighbours – they might have resisted the Spanish conquest more keenly and successfully.