Quotes About Resistance

After all, what healthy man, woken in his bed in the morning by a young, clear-skinned, well-rounded wench bending over him, would not be tempted?

It's actually happening: all sorts of people seen as misfits, dealt with as if they were a disease. And the Germans get away with it, because most people simply can't believe it would ever happen to them.

Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.

And what if I never go of my own free will? Will you pitch me from some window so that I must fly or fall? Will you bolt all shutters after me? You had better, because I'll knock and knock and knock until I fall down dead. I'll have no wings that take me away from you.

No te vayas al infierno sin presentar batalla

Drink. she whispered, drawing nearer. Drink. she held the soft, tender flesh of the wrist towards me. No. I know what to do; haven't I done it in the past? I said to her.

Is there any one of us who doesn't want to strike back at all the evil in this world?

You think he has no will of his own? You are a fool, Charlotte. Lie with him instead of me!' I laughed at her, and seeing the pain in her eyes, I laughed more. 'I should like to see it, you and your daimon. Lie there and call him to come now.

Three generations before I was the one meant for the necklace. I saw him when I was three years old, so clear and strong that he could slip his warm hand in mine, he could lift me in the air, yes, lift my body, but I refused him. I turned my back on him. I told him, You go back to the hell from which you came. And I used my power to fight him.

There are mutations, developments that the world includes but never embraces, things that have to be repudiated and rejected.

and then he glanced at the ceiling and, making a fist with his right hand, he gasped, Damn you... God! Damn you!

His throat felt like marble. She could not snap the bones! But he could not throw her off, either, no matter how hard he tried.

I could scarcely keep myself from laying hands on him, from forcing him to my will, never mind his legendary strength, his gruesome temper. I'd lay hold of him and make him submit.

Our biggest mistake worldwide is our insistence on perceiving every new development as a culmination or a climax. The great "at last" or "inth degree." A constitutional fatalism continuously adjusts itself to the ever-changing present. A pervasive alarmism greets every advance. For two thousand years we have been getting "out of hand.

I came because I could resist it. I came because perhaps I didn't quite believe in you. I didn't believe in spite of all I'd read and been told.

I want that boy, the one who won't do what you try to force him to do.

He caught up with her outside her doorway, when she almost gave up. He said nothing, simply pulled her into his arms, against his strong, hard body, and his hand slid beneath her hair, tilting her face up to his. "No more running away?" His voice was rough. His eyes glittered down into hers, and if she wanted tenderness it wasn't there. Simply a dark, naked heat sparking between them. "No more running away," she said.

You're right about something else," he said, his voice ragged. "I'm scared to death of you. Because I want you, when common sense and a lifetime of experience tells me I should kill you. I want you, and if I give up then you'll own me, and I'll have nothing left to fight with.

To her surprise, Jilly appeared to have handed over the telephone and a moment later Taka ended the call. No, maybe it shouldn't surprise her. Jilly would have resisted bullying, but Taka's calm control was very…seductive.

He'd reached the door, then stopped for a moment, looking back at Elinor, staring at her. Master Francis... Mrs. Clarke said in a warning tone. I just wanted to take a last glance at her exquisite feet before you covered them up again. It might be a while before I see them again. It will be never, Elinor said, crossing her arms over her chest. Don't count on it, my pet. Whatever scurrilous lies Mrs. Clarke spreads about my so-called goodness, she'll have to admit that I always get what I want.

He'd done his best to ignore the angry, veiled invitation in the little virgin's eyes, the one she didn't even know she'd issued. But now she'd delivered herself to him, he could hardly resist, now, could he?

He was sitting on her thighs, and his silk breeches were cool against her bare skin. His hands slid up her body, her buttocks, up the line of her back, and she arched in pleasure, like a cat, unable to help herself. You like that, do you? he murmured. I thought you might. You're a sensual creature, dear heart, no matter how you try to fight it. You were made for this.

He could almost hear her grind her teeth, and his mood lightened. Astonishing how entertaining it was to annoy his unwanted confederate.

To dust is only to forestall burial