Quotes About Resistance

You like to be chased, nalla," Z said in a voice so deep it distorted. Bella's smile got even wider as she backed up into a corner. "Maybe." "So run some more, why don't you.

Fine, yeah, sure, take as many fucking veins as you want. But whether you turn yourself into Frank Langella or not, I'm only clearing you when I'm good and goddamn ready.

As her pace through the fountain intensified and her robing started to get soaked, she leaped out of the pool and jogged around, her fists up in front of her, the punches she threw out pumping the air. Being the good, dutiful Chosen was not in her hardwiring, and that was the root of all of the problems between her and her mother. Oh, the waste. Oh, the disappointment. Oh, do get over it, mother dear. Those

As V lit up and inhaled, he tried not to look at the cop and failed. Fucking peripheral vision. Always did him in.

The guy took off, which meant short of braining him with the glass, there was no other way of expressing his I-am-an-island opinion. Although really, that would just be a waste of good booze--Qhuinn was so hardheaded, you could have hit his frontal lobe with a crowbar and made no impression on him whatsoever.

Whatever, sure, on the surface, Novo had taken his vein, and that hadn't been the first time a female had done that to him. And hello, she was in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines. The experience, though? The feel of her lips on the skin of his wrist, the subtle pulls, the lick of her tongue when she was finished? Fuck his drug addiction. Give him a lifetime of that and he was never going to need another line of coke again.

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 sound track, 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.

Two guards tortured will happily fight each other.

When Butch returned, Wrath heaved again. "Two more." There was another grunt and a rattle. "Fuck me." "Not on your life." "Fine. Fuck you.

Elizabeth lifted her head and glared at him. "I don't want you to take me home. You're fired." "So you told me. I'm taking you home anyway. You can fire me again when we get there." "Okay." Her head dropped to his shoulder, and she was blissfully quiet on the ride home.

She hated that he was here, messing up her life, making her want things she'd wanted for a long time, then pushed to the back of her mind, forcing herself to forget. She inhaled the scent of him. Big mistake, because God help her, she wanted to put her hands on him, and in that moment she realized the feelings she had for him weren't dead.

I don't like taking orders.

I can't breathe.

I don't like being told what to do.

dropped into France to organize the Maquis in the Vosges Mountains. He did damned well

You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.

and to the south another vaster darker storm closing in like a pincer; but Hozomeen mountain stood there returning the attack with a surl of silence.

No, sir. Go to hell sir. It's the best I can do for you sir.

Bitter rage was his, but never blind rage. In passion to rend and destroy, he never forgot that his enemy was in like passion to rend and destroy.

Chafing at custom's chain;

John Barleycorn's inhibition rises like a wall between one's immediate desires and long-learned morality.

John Barleycorn makes his appeal to weakness and failure, to weariness and exhaustion. He is the easy way out. And he is lying all the time. He offers false strength to the body, false elevation to the spirit, making things seem what they are not and vastly fairer than what they are.

Once I had left 'Twin Peaks' and started doing other shows and other movies, I kept running into, 'No, no, we can't do it this way. This is the way it has to happen.' I'm like, 'No. I've already done it, and it worked, so I don't understand what you're saying.'

How do you fight when you're trying to pull somebody's arms off or twist their head off? That makes for a different kind of fight.