Quotes About Resistance

It seemed to me it would be better to die standing up to a tyrant than to survive as a tool of his will.

I like your anger,' the Hag said mildly. 'I like your resistance. It makes you less than courteous, but altogether more interesting.

Be radical, have principles, be absolute, be that which the bourgeoisie calls an extremist: give yourself without counting or calculating, don't accept what they call 'the reality of life' and act in such a way that you won't be accepted by that kind of 'life', never abandon the principle of struggle.

I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name My name is my own my own my own and I can't tell you who the hell set things up like this but I can tell you that from now on my resistance my simple and daily and nightly self-determination may very well cost you your life

increasingly weak. Then, half a century after Lord Macartney's failed mission, the closed door was pushed ajar by Britain through the Opium

Sand, which didn't even have a form of it's own. Yet, not a single thing could stand against this shapeless, destructive power. The very fact that it had no form was doubtless the highest manifestation of its strenght, was it not?

His expression hardened. It was unpleasant to have feelings that he had been at pains to check aroused to no purpose

What we call beauty is perhaps the strength of our feeling of resistance to destructibility. Difficulty of reproduction is the yardstick of the degree of beauty.

Casa aceasta era aproape moart?. Interiorul ei era pe jum?tate mîncat de tentaculele nisipului care curgea neîncetat, nisip care nici m?car nu avea o form? proprie - alta decît diametrul mediu de 1/8 mm. Åži totuÅŸi nimic nu-i putea sta împotriv? acestei forÅ£e distructive, lipsite de form?. Åži poate c? manifestarea cea mai înalt? a forÅ£ei nisipului era c? n-avea form?.

Nu era pl?cut s? fii provocat f?r? rost, s? Å£i se r?scoleasc? simÅ£urile, pe care apoi le înfrînezi cu greu. T otuÅŸi, f?r? voia lui, îl cuprinse o senzaÅ£ie pe care n-o putea nega. Nisipul, care i se lipea de piele, i se strecura în sînge ÅŸi-i macin? pe din?untru rezistenÅ£a.

Ar fi greu s? înfrunÅ£i natura încercînd s? prefaci o pant? blînd? într-una abrupt?.

Zadarnic curge nisipul, tot nu e ca apa. În ap? poÅ£i s? înoÅ£i, dar nisipul te înveleÅŸte ÅŸi te zdrobeÅŸte omorandu-te.

When he actually began working, for some reason he did not resist it as much as he thought he would. What could be the cause of this change? he wondered. Was it the fear that the water would be discontinued? Was it because of his indebtedness to the woman, or something about the character of the work itself? Work seemed something fundamental for man, something which enabled him to endure the aimless flight of time.

For a mere package of cigarettes, I was putting up a struggle as if I were in combat with some monster.

I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.

Logica e de neclintit, dar aceasta nu-i rezista unui om care vrea sa traiasca.

On 26 April 1937, at the height of the Spanish Civil War, Nazi planes, under the orders of General Franco, attacked the Basque capital of Guernica on its market-day, killing 1654 of its 7000 inhabitants. A few months later, Pablo Picasso exhibited Guernica at the International Exhibition in Paris. This modern, secular crucifixion shocked his contemporaries, and yet, like The Waste Land, it was a prophetic statement, and also a rallying cry against the inhumanity of our brave new world.

It is not enough to simply remove temptation. We must beat it away, burn it, suppress it, combat it with as much ruthless intent as we can muster.

That's how tyranny succeeds. When folks think it won't affect them until eventually it does.

I wish you'd get one thing straight - I'm not a traitor. I was never on your side. I'm called the enemy.

Love, like water, always flowed down the path of least resistance.

They had to take a page from ACT UP, the Weather Underground, the United Freedom Front, and shake these corrupt institutions to their very foundations.

Lydia's vingers stuitten op de lege bodem van de chipszak. Ze voelde zich ellendig. Ze had die chips helemaal niet gewild. Na de eerste hap proefde ze ze eigenlijk niet eens meer.

looked like a deformed monkey holding either a baseball bat or an erect penis in his three-fingered hand. Lena sighed, wondering what the fuck she was doing here. Maybe she should just go to the station tomorrow and talk to Jeffrey. There had to be a way to convince him that she was not involved in this case. She should just go home right now, pour herself a drink, and try to get some sleep, so that when the