Quotes About Resistance

It's our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for. <...> I may have been forced into this war, but I'm learning to choose my battles.<...> People treat you as badly as you let them treat you.

Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

I hate fate. I don't believe in her. Unfortunately, I think the bitch believes in me.

Over my dead body was his first thought. His second? No, Over Carls.

The revolution occurs when the victims cease to cooperate.

The theory I have in mind is one which does not proceed, as it were, from a doctrine of the intrinsic goodness or righteousness of a majority rule, but rather from the baseness of tyranny; or more precisely, it rests upon the decision, or upon the adoption of the proposal, to avoid and to resist tyranny.

To resist the frigidity of old age one must combine the body, the mind and the heart - and to keep them in parallel vigor one must exercise, study and love.

Psychoneuroimmunology  is  concerned specifically  with  the impact of mental attitudes on the body's resistance to disease, especially exploring the links among and between the mind, the brain and the immune system.

I am my enemy Mowing me over, And towing the light away.

The subordinated group has inadequate redress through existing political institutions, and is deterred thereby from organizing into conventional political struggle and opposition.

Mientras nosotras amábamos ellos gobernaban el mundo.

When the Viennese doctor Ignaz Semmelweis insisted that delivery room doctors and medical students wash their hands before attending their patients, he was ridiculed, even though the practice dramatically reduced death from puerperal sepsis. In 1865, when Semmelweis died, his simple but radical idea was still discounted.

Badges? We don't need no stinkin' badges.

I didn't like to hurt the children anymore, so I said, 'I will serve you no longer.' Then all of a sudden he looks like a man and threatens to hurt me. When he was like a man, he had a yellow bird he kept with him, and he told me he had more pretty things that he would give me if I would serve him.

Who will rise up against the evildoers? or who will stand up for me against the workers of iniquity? —Psalms 94:16

Even the sadistic misogyny of Buddha and Christ was nothing but an attempt to gain the better of a vastly superior opponent.

There. You see? You're already a pawn in her hands." She paused. "But you're not the only one. I am too. I can't escape after all. The more I want to, the more impossible it is. It's awful; it's as if my own will were paralyzed

Yet, I didn't understand that she was intentionally disguising her feelings with sarcasm; that was usually the last resort of people who are timid and chaste of heart, whose souls have been coarsely and impudently invaded; and who, until the last moment, refuse to yield out of pride and are afraid to express their own feelings to you.

The fly that doesn't want to be swatted is most secure when it lights on the fly-swatter.

A dead thing goes with the stream. Only a living thing can go against it.

They arose very quickly, became a profession very rapidly, and were all too soon infected with a certain amount of resistance to change. The very programmers whom I have heard almost castigate a customer because he would not change his system of doing business are the same people who at times walk into my office and say, "But we have always done it this way." It is for this reason that I now have a counterclockwise clock hanging in my office. In

Bengt didn't budge. "Talk to me, damn it." "Let go!" "And where are you planning to go, Alex?" "Away!" "You can't get away. You're lugging your own prison around with you and patching up any holes from inside. Brilliant tactics, really! How does it feel?" "Safe!

Kafas?n? hiçbir zaman lügate e?memi? biriyle ne yapabilirsiniz ki?

He wants to laugh out loud or punch a wall. He feels drunk or at least carbonated. Insane. At first, he thinks this is happiness, but then he determines it's love. Fucking love , he thinks. What a bother . It's completely gotten in the way of his plan to drink himself to death, to drive his business to ruin. The most annoying thing about it is that once a person gives a shit about one thing, he finds he has to start giving a shit about everything.