Quotes About Resistance

That is why the first steps of building self-esteem can be difficult: We are challenged to raise the level of our consciousness in the face of emotional resistance.

If low self-esteem correlates with resistance to change and clinging to the known and familiar, then never in the history of the world has low self-esteem been as economically disadvantageous as it is today.

It is not acceptance but denial that leaves me stuck.

The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may not be going to prove one's self a fool; the truest heroism is, to resist the doubt; and the profoundest wisdom, to know when it ought to be resisted, and when to be obeyed.

The world's law was no law for her mind

These feelings, together with the deep degradation of his mind, made him resolve that no circumstances should again draw him into an axcess of wine.

The preposterous obstinacy of these honest people in persisting to groan and stumble along the difficult pathway rather than take advantage of modern improvements, excited great mirth among our wiser brotherhood.

Sitting Bull is known today for stalwart resistance, for being the last of his tribe to surrender to the U.S. government. But at the Little Bighorn, he did not want to fight. He wanted to talk. This may be his most important legacy. As he recognized when he instructed his nephew to approach Reno's skirmish line with a shield instead of a rifle, our children are best served not by a self-destructive blaze of glory, but by the hardest path of all: survival and accommodation.

You are fighting for what you can never obtain, and we are defending what we never mean to part with.

Who said to kill does not require gentleness?

By spring 1945, the time for action looked imminent. Nazi Germany was collapsing, and the march into Berlin would soon cut off the head of the snake. Throughout Norway, the sabotage of railway transports, ports, ships, and communication lines was hobbling the Wehrmacht and obstructing the removal of its troops to reinforce their defenses inside Germany itself.

The order to mobilize was given on May 8, 1945, the day Churchill declared victory over Germany from a balcony overlooking Whitehall to a throng of revelers. The forces throughout Norway, including deep in the heart of Telemark, went into action. After years of fighting as an underground army, they put on uniforms and simple armbands and took back Rjukan and the surrounding towns.

The invaders numbered almost four hundred thousand, Milorg roughly forty thousand. There could have been an ugly fight, but there was none. At last Norway was free, and parties broke out in the streets of Oslo and throughout the country.

Tronstad returned to Trondheim, where he had resumed his teaching and studies at NTH. He channeled most of his prodigious energy, however, into his activities with the underground resistance, working particularly closely with several bands of university students who were pushing back against the German hold on the country.

A week after the celebration, on June 28, 187 members of Kompani Linge, with Poulsson and Rønneberg in the lead, paraded in uniform before King Haakon. Of their select unit, fifty-one had died during the war. The king paid tribute to the men and their clandestine work.

A week later, Tronstad's courier was seized at the wharf's edge. Fortunately he was able to swallow the cigarette paper before being hauled away.

The next morning, September 26, two members of the resistance network picked him up in a truck. They drove toward neutral Sweden, a hundred miles away. An hour's hike from the border, they got out and set off on foot through the woods.

Tronstad knew that if he refused to dispatch Haukelid to take care of the ferry, the Allies would bomb Vemork again before the shipment left the plant or while the train or ferry were in motion. Many more innocent civilians would die in these scenarios.

She points to the door. Leave! No. So she picks up a hairbrush and throws it at him. It beans him on the head and ricochets to the wall, where it wedges behind the TV. Ow! He grabs his head, grimacing. That hurt! Good, it was supposed to.

If you say, 'May the Fork be with you,' I'll smash you with the other half of this hanger.

I almost told her everything right then. I wanted to tell her about the Wolves, and how I was supposed to hate them, but when you spend your days with evil, some of it is bound to soak into your clothes, like cigar smoke in a closed room.

But Morrison put up his hands in instant surrender. Leave me out of this, he said. I'm not going up against Scythe Anastasia.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. —Albert Camus

B)ut when you spend your days with evil, some of it is bound to soak into your clothes, like cigar smoke in a closed room.