Quotes About Resistance

Your life, all of your life, is your path to awakening. By resisting or not dealing with its challenges, you stay asleep to Reality. Pay attention to what life is trying to reveal to you. Say yes to its fierce, ruthless, and loving grace.

Willingly no one chooses the yoke of slavery.

But thou, like newly-yoked colt, Champing the bit, dost fight against the rein Fiercely; yet futile the device wherein Madly thou trustest; for mere stubbornness Avails the foolish-hearted less than nought.

Nothing forces us to know What we do not want to know Except pain

Mademoiselle, I beseech you, do not do what you are doing." "Leave dear Linnet alone, you mean!" "It is deeper than that. Do not open your heart to evil." Her lips fell apart; a look of bewilderment came into her eyes. Poirot went on gravely: "Because—if you do—evil will come…Yes, very surely evil will come…It will enter in and make its home within you, and after a little while it will no longer be possible to drive it out.

In every profession and walk of life there is someone who is vulnerablle to temptation. (Mr. Barnes)

I don't feel as though I've got the heart to eat anything," and then partook of everything offered her,

Her account is that she tried to get out of having to read it, but it was no use." "And that's fair enough," sighed Craddock. "If anyone is really determined to lend you a book, you never can get out of it!

I refuse to have my character improved.

As a rich property owner says 'Bolsheviks' - as an earnest Communist says 'Capitalists! ' - as a good housewife says 'Blackbeetles' - so did Miss Williams say 'Men!' From her spinster's, governess's life, there rose up a blast of fierce feminism. Nobody hearing her speak could doubt that to Miss Williams Men were the Enemy!

My God, I'm sick of answering questions. I've answered the police questions. I don't feel called upon to answer yours." Poirot said: "Mine is a very simple one. Only this.

What monstrous absurdities and paradoxes have resisted whole batteries of serious arguments, and then crumbled swiftly into dust before the ringing death-knell of a laugh!

I have no country...my countrymen are the men and women who work against oppression- it does not matter where they are. With them I feel at home- we understand each other. Others are foreign to me." -Agnes Smedley in Daughter of Earth

I kampen mellan dig och världen, ställ dig på världens sida.

Since they were unable to liberate themselves from the old words and the fear, they prowled the streets and cast their angry shadows.

The more resistant we are to the oncoming chaos, the more we will be stuck in a constant struggle and are unable to move forward. One must embrace the chaos in open arms and once the self-destruction ensues, then self-development can follow. One can't get upset at the dying fields when he is constantly warring with the rain clouds

Days will prove that the assassination policy will not finish the Hamas. Hamas leaders wish to be martyrs and are not scared of death. Jihad will continue and the resistance will continue until we have victory, or we will be martyrs.

The so-called peace path is not peace and it is not a substitute for jihad and resistance.

Censorship is saying: 'I'm the one who says the last sentence. Whatever you say, the conclusion is mine.' But the internet is like a tree that is growing. The people will always have the last word - even if someone has a very weak, quiet voice. Such power will collapse because of a whisper.

I don't just want to ban The Bomb. I want to ban all bombs, whatever, and all bombers, whoever, and all bombings, whyever. There have to be better ways of saying no and making changes.

it is the colonized man who wants to move forward, and the colonizer who holds things back.

the thick stream of air hauled toward the summits first the great horses of noise reared against the sky then sluggishly the great limp octopus of smoke a derisory spitter injecting the night with the insolent perfume of a citronella lamp and a wind swept down on the islands to be riddled by the suspect violence of the locusts . . .

Cada dia que passa, cada denegação de justiça, cada repressão policial, cada reivindicação operária afogada em sangue, Cada escândalo sufocado, cada expedição punitiva, cada ônibus da Compañia Republicana de Seguridad, cada policial e cada miliciano, nos fazem sentir o preço de nossas ancestrais sociedades.

measured by the clock click of the serpent-minute the explosion after which it is proper to appreciate that the brutal fist of the terrorist crack of dawn has just planted at the top of the most forgotten poui its adornment of fire its dolmen of blood its flag of rage and renewal