Quotes About Resistance

He just took her mouth again, spun her again--twice and toward the bed. She considered putting up a fight, for form's sake, but just wriggled back enough to scowl at him. I'm working. Not yet, and you're mostly naked. Such a fine look on you, one of my favorites. Then why is that closet full of clothes? Because being an understanding sort, I appreciate your insistence on being fully dressed in public.

I don't think we are ready to die, any of us, not without being escorted.

I ought to return to the cool dark and lock the door and bend the key and stop my ears to the noise of patriotic bloodlust and close my lips and never speak again.

that I had in effect given myself up as a prisoner to this war.

The joys of possession I have never felt very acutely. I find it hard to think of myself as the owner of anything. But I do tend to slip into the role of guardian and protector of the unloved and unlovable, of what other people disdain or spurn: bad-tempered old dogs, ugly pieces of furniture that have stubbornly stayed alive, cars on the edge of breakdown. It is a role I resist; but every now and then the mute appeal of the unwanted overwhelms my defences.

Non è stupro, non proprio, ma un atto indesiderato, profondamente indesiderato. Come se Melanie avesse deciso di lasciarsi andare, di morire dentro di sé per la durata del coito, come un coniglio quando le mascelle della volpe si chiudono sul suo collo. In modo che tutto ciò che le viene fatto avvenga, in un certo senso, lontano da lei.

For that is surely what a woman wants: to be courted, wooed, persuaded, won! Even when she surrenders, she wants to give herself up not frankly but in a delicious haze of confusion, resisting yet unresisting. Falling, but never an irrevocable falling. No: to fall and then come back from the fall new, remade, virginal, ready to be wooed again and to fall again. A playing with death, a play of resurrection.

If i were pressed to give my brand of political thought a label, I would call it pessimistic anarchistic quietism

V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin. Take off your coat. Excuse me? Take it off. No. I want it off. Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you.

Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.

He was one giant, violant fuck-you to the world.

Fuck. Me, Vishous Breathed. I will so pass on that, Lassiter muttered.

Uh-huh, right. Let me count all the ways you and I aren't going there.

What are the rules, The cop said. There are none. Vishous spread his stance and braced himself. Do whatever you want...but you have to break me. You've got to tear me apart.

In an earlier life, were you a pair of brakes? Try a brick wall.

Devina] "You know, Adrian, you ever get bored with being a Goody Two-shoes, you could come over to my side." "Because you have cookies, right." Those black eyes returned to his own. "And so much more." "Well, I'm on a diet. Sorry—but thanks for the invite.

I do not crave this But he needed it before he became a danger to himself and others.

Humans are threatened by anything different, and their response is to fight. They're bullies, picking on the weak, cowering from the strong.

The mind...the mind was the most powerful force for and against someone.

Sometimes strength rested not in resistance, but in the release of arms against a foe of one's own creation.

No offense," she muttered, "but fucking drink.

tonight as well. Fucking John Matthew. Ever since she'd barged into his brain and saw what he'd been doing to himself whenever he thought about her…she'd been doing likewise. Fucking. John Matthew. Like she needed this shit?

Don't ever aggress on that motherfucker....

Take off your coat." "Excuse me?" "Take it off." "No." "I want it off." "Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you." His arousal pounded. Oh, shit, he needed to teach her that disobedience carried a price, and what a session that would be. She'd fight him tooth and nail before she submitted. If she submitted at all. Vishous