Quotes About Resistance

In the moment we cease resisting others, we're out of the box—liberated from self-justifying thoughts and feelings. This is why the way out of the box is always right before our eyes—because the people we're resisting are right before our eyes. We can stop betraying ourselves toward them—we can stop resisting the call of their humanity upon us.

That's usually the case. Identify someone with a problem, and you'll be identifying someone who resists the suggestion that he has one. That's self-deception — the inability to see that one has a problem.

There was a corresponding orbit of moods this obligatory food preparation induced in my mother: no-nonsense competence, spunky pride, and seething resentment. From my mother, I learned that you can make your family feel a wonderful sense of protected indulgence by cooking them something with jolly care. I also learned that you can launch a powerful campaign of resistance by mincing garlic like a martyr.

LYSISTRATA All right then— we have to give up all male penises. [The women react with general consternation]

Once more; it is harder, as Heraclitus says, to fight against pleasure than against anger:

I won't go to their gas chambers! And my children won't go to their gas chambers. Bibi! Lonia! Richieu! Come here quickly!

Diga-me, você gostaria de ir para a Terra? Seus olhos arregalaram-se de espanto e ela negou resolutamente, sacudindo a cabeça. — É um lugar ruim. A gente se machuca quando cai.

Oh yes, we once tried to put this thick catsup in a wide-mouth bottle so it would pour easily, and the company almost went broke—the American housewife refused to touch it because the shape of the container had been changed. It has taken us fifteen years to enlarge the neck of the bottle by one quarter of an inch.

My mind rebels at stagnation.

He only felt a traitorous part of his body that wanted to be connected to her. But he knew better than to listen to that part of himself. It had a mind of its own that could get him into all kinds of nightmares if he let it.

Åžeytanla dans etmeye kalkarsan, ÅŸark?y? genellikle ÅŸeytan seçer.

they, like you, were born to walk the like of shadows. One foot in the light and one in the dark. A few are scared enough of both that they stay in the middle and never pick a side. Others are strong enough to choose the light and stay firmly planted there, even while the darkness tries to claim them. And others are too weak or blind to fight the lure of the darkness. It overwhelms them with false promises and before they know what's happened it owns them.

He picked up a towel to dry his hair. You coming to work out? Yes. You want me to reset the machine? No, I want to ride you until you're begging me for mercy. Clearing her throat, she tried to shove that imagine out of her mind.

they, like you, were born to walk the line of shadows. One foot in the light and one in the dark. A few are scared enough of both that they stay in the middle and never pick a side. Others are strong enough to choose the light and stay firmly planted there, even while the darkness tries to claim them. And others are too weak or blind to fight the lure of the darkness. It overwhelms them with false promises and before they know what's happened it owns them.

You, there, girl! Halt!" Who in the universe ever halts when the enemy tells them to? Of course I took off in the opposite direction, as fast as I could.

Instead my inner eye kept returning to the memory of our people running before a mass of orderly brown-and-green-clad soldiers, overseen by a straight figure in a black cloak riding back and forth along a high ridge.

This was the absolute last woman on earth he should want—she was trouble, in so many ways. She was troubled, and that was just one of the reasons he didn't need this. This was the absolute last woman on earth he wanted to want—she just plain and simple was trouble—he could feel that in his bones. And yet, as he stared into those big, green eyes, he did want. Hell, did he want.

I wonder now what it was like living for four years, not wanting to, only waiting for your hold to weaken so you could finish up and leave.

One would always want to think of oneself as being on the side of love, ready to recognize it and wish it well --but, when confronted with it in others, one so often resented it, questioned its true nature, secretly dismissed the particular instance as folly or promiscuity. Was it merely jealousy, or a reluctance to admit so noble and enviable a sentiment in anyone but oneself?

The rage - at fate, at God. Not merely being helpless, but in someone's - something's - power. I've always detested any sense of power over me.

Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again

Sally at this time gave up any notion of being a co-operative member of a family, named herself Tiger and settled down to an unceasing, and seemingly endless, war against clothes, toothbrushes, all green vegetables, and bed.

No, she thought, you are not going to catch me so cheaply; I do not understand words and will not accept them in trade for my feelings; this man is a parrot. I will tell him that I can never understand such a thing, that maudlin self-pity does not move directly at my heart; I will not make a fool of myself by encouraging him to mock me. "I understand, yes," she said.

Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your little cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl, Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl.