Quotes About Resistance

Quando procuramos estimular a nossa inteligência e o nosso conhecimento, sentimos constantemente a resistência da época como um peso que devemos arrastar, mas que, apesar de todo o nosso esforço, insiste em manter-se no chão.

Can the hungry go on a hunger strike? Non-violence is a piece of theatre. You need an audience. What can you do when you have no audience? People have the right to resist annihilation

Any government's condemnation of terrorism is only credible if it shows itself to be responsive to persistent, reasonable, closely argued, non-violent dissent. And yet, what's happening is just the opposite. The world over, non-violent resistance movements are being crushed and broken. If we do not respect and honour them, by default we privilege those who turn to violent means.

Destroying us. You are constructing us. It's yourselves that you are destroying.

The war for the Narmada valley is not just some exotic tribal war, or a remote rural war or even an exclusively Indian war. Its a war for the rivers and the mountains and the forests of the world. All sorts of warriors from all over the world, anyone who wishes to enlist, will be honored and welcomed. Every kind of warrior will be needed. Doctors, lawyers, teachers, judges, journalists, students, sportsmen, painters, actors, singers, lovers . . . The borders are open, folks! Come on in.

Mar gayee bulbul qafas mein Keh gayee sayyaad se Apni sunehri gaand mein Tu thoons le fasl-e-bahaar She died in her cage, the little bird, These words she left for her captor – Please take the spring harvest And shove it up your gilded arse

Suddenly Ammu hoped that it had been him that Rahel saw him in the march. She hoped it had been him that raised his flag and knotted arm in anger. She hoped that under his careful cloak of cheerfulness he housed a living breathing anger against the smug, ordered world that she raged against.

Faced with the Real World, she clung nervously to old remembered rules, and had no one but herself to rebel against.

Man's subliminal urge to destroy what he could neither subdue nor deify

Normalcy was declared. (Normalcy was always a declaration.)

These days in Kashmir, you can be killed for surviving.

All they have to do is to turn around and shoot. All the people have to do is to lie down and die.

Hope lies in texts that can accommodate and keep alive our intricacy, our complexity, and our density against the onslaught of the terrifying, sweeping simplifications of fascism.

There is really no such thing as the voiceless. There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard.

I'd say that the only thing worth globalizing is dissent. It's India's best export.

Poetry, music and literature, he believed, ought not to be interrupted by the banality of war.

In every part of the legendary Valley of Kashmir, whatever people might be doing—walking, praying, bathing, cracking jokes, shelling walnuts, making love or taking a bus-ride home—they were in the rifle-sights of a soldier. And because they were in the rifle-sights of a soldier, whatever they might be doing—walking, praying, bathing, cracking jokes, shelling walnuts, making love or taking a bus-ride home—they were a legitimate target.

The only thing worth globalizing is dissent.

Are we] far more comfortable with the idea of poor people killing themselves in despair than with the idea of them fighting back?

Funding as fragmented solidarity in ways that repression never could.

Ja vi?š tai pieskarsies, vi?š nevar?s ar to run?t, ja vi?š to m?l?s, vi?š nevar?s aiziet, ja vi?š run?s, vi?š nevar?s klaus?ties, ja vi?š c?n?sies, vi?š nevar?s uzvar?t.

They pulled off his turban, tore out his beard and necklaced him South Africa-style with a burning tyre while people stood around baying their encouragement.

Sometimes it seems very much as though those who have a radical vision for a newer, better world do not have the steel it takes to resist the military onslaught, and those who have the steel do not have the vision.

India was a Free Country. You could make salt. Row jam, if you wanted to.