Quotes About Resistance

There is nothing in our book, the Koran, that teaches us to suffer peacefully. Our religion teaches us to be intelligent.

There's no winning for us. We're screwed. We were born into a system we don't agree with, and we got caught. Here, out there, it doesn't matter. There's nothing left for us.

Tu procura no dejar que te conviertan –me guiñó el ojo–. Me gustas asi de pecadora.

You know what. You're luring me in. You know I can't resist—

Rose. It won't get me anywhere with you." "Nothing will get you anywhere with me," I exclaimed. "I don't know about that.

I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.

After killing hundreds of American and British soldiers during TORCH, the French had failed to so much as scratch a single German invader.

Thomas Paine, who had a shrewd eye for military matters, was closer to the mark in a public letter to Admiral Howe published in early 1777. "In all the wars which you have formerly been concerned in, you had only armies to contend with," Paine observed. "In this case, you have both an army and a country to combat.

nothing is more difficult in war than to adhere to a single strategic plan" and to resist the "constant temptation to desert the chosen line of action in favor of another one.

Merde pour la guerre"—Shit on the war.

Every house seemed to display a crucifix or Christian texts over the bedsteads; some flew Allied flags, or posted signs claiming that the occupants were Dutch or Belgian, and never mind that discolored patch of wallpaper where the Führer's portrait had hung until the day before. "No one is a Nazi. No one ever was," Gellhorn wrote. "It would sound better if it were set to music. Then the Germans could sing this refrain.

London—the king's men, if not the king himself—conspired to deprive them of what they and their ancestors had wrenched from this hard land. They were, a Boston writer concluded, "panting for an explosion.

I think the idea of holing up and hunkering down against the larger forces of the world has not lost its allure since Thoreau's time. If anything that instinct, or impulse, continues to reside in almost all of us, sometimes activated or bestirred and other times dormant but always present.

I write late into the night at the Tutweiler in downtown Birmingham, and try hard to turn down that second cheeseburger at Milo's over by UAB, which has the best one in the whole wide world.

I am beginning to think that the word "no," in his mind, registers as, Well, go ahead and do whatever you want to do. He backed straight away, pulling, and the collar slipped over his head. I tried to grab him by the scruff of the neck, but he evaded me and leapt back onto the bed, and burrowed under the blanket till he was just a big, growling lump. He is an outside dog, he rolls in mule manure. It wasn't that I would have to change the bed. I might have to burn it.

think I will never feel normal again, or do simple things with simple pleasure. An anchor is tugging at my chest, and I feel if I don't resist I will be pulled under, and my heart will drown.

Rebelling against the status quo was one of the definitions of conservatism.

To resist the depths of the world's sorrow, the truth of one's heart must be honored.

The challenge before us as God's people is to refuse to allow our thinking to be muddied by the spirit of this age.

The best method for preventing destructive cult involvement is preventative education. If students and the public at large are more aware of destructive groups beforehand they may better understand and resist their recruitment efforts.

The world is brimming with plaster replicas, and the point is to smash them to bits, to create an upheaval so acute it cannot be anticipated or resisted.

We're trying to break yokes. You're trying to make one for yourself.

People marvel that we're not out in the streets, decking the monstrous, khaki tanks with roses and jasmine. They wonder why we don't crown the hard, ugly helmets of the troops with wreaths of laurel. They question why we mourn our dead instead of gratefully offering them as sacrifices to the Gods of Democracy and Liberty. They wonder why we're bitter.

The only reason that evil exists is to challenge the good among us to defeated it.