Quotes About Resistance

Mikhail paced beside her, studied her averted face. "You are going in the wrong direction, Raven." He put his hand at the small of her back to guide her. Raven stiffened, and then twisted away from him. "Maybe I don't want to go back, Mikhail.

I need you to do as I ask you," he said in desperation, fighting the beast lifting its head hungrily. Her laughter was soft, enticing, the sound dancing over his skin. "No, you don't. Too many people think your word is law. You need someone to defy you a little bit.

It isn't Jezebel you have to worry about," Gavriil said in a low tone. "It's the devil she's with, and he'll be waiting for you.

Don't listen to her, Monique. She almost strangled me and threw me against the wall with unbelievable strength. She is unclean." Raven rolled her eyes in exasperation. "I'm beginning to wish I did have all that power you think I have. I'd find a way to keep you from talking.

Trying to control someone like that is like trying to hold water in your hand. It just makes a man insane." "So, basically, if you locked her up, she might kick your balls right up into your stomach and then smile at you as you're lying on the floor." "Basically." Jack shot him a grin. "Good for her

We don't mind enemies. We wouldn't know what to do without them.

He let his fist glide over the shaft just to watch her eyes change. Smolder. He loved that burn. Her chin lifted and she gestured toward his groin with it. "Do you think I want to have sex with you right now? Especially after the way you acted? I've learned what sugar and honey is, and Wyatt, I'm not feeling particularly sweet right now." He grinned at her

I'm planning on using sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, good luck with that." Jack quirked an eyebrow at him as they turned onto the road leading to the small airfield where Lily had private transportation waiting. "Am I missing something here or didn't you already have sex with her, really great sex, and her answer was to knock you out? Am I wrong? Didn't that happen?

You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled. She flashed him another smile, tugging at her wrist to remind him to release her. "I think you know what's between us would be worth nothing if you forced me to do your will in everything.

Mikhail watched as she snapped off her light, lay on the bed. He felt the stirring in his mind, the searching. Are you awake? Her question was tentative. At first he refused to answer, not liking that he needed this so much. He couldn't afford to be out of control; he didn't dare. Nothing, no one, could have such power over him. Certainly not some slip of an American, a small woman with more strength than good sense.

Who are your favorite heroines in real life? The women of Afghanistan, Iraq, and Iran who risk their lives and their beauty to defy the foulness of theocracy. Ayaan Hirsi Ali and Azar Nafisi as their ideal feminine model.

There can be no progress without head-on confrontation.

I sympathize afresh with the mighty Voltaire, who, when badgered on his deathbed and urged to renounce the devil, murmured that this was no time to be making enemies.

We can always be sure of one thing—that the messengers of discomfort and sacrifice will be stoned and pelted by those who wish to preserve at all costs their own contentment. This is not a lesson that is confined to the Testaments.

Ever since I discovered that my god given male member was going to give me no peace, I decided to give it no rest in return.

T]his is an enemy for life, as well as an enemy of life.

To be in opposition is not to be a nihilist. And there is no decent or charted way of making a living at it. It is something you are, not something you do.

The lawbreaking itch is not always an anarchic one. In the first place, the human personality has (or ought to have) a natural resistance to coercion. We don't like to be pushed and shoved, even if it's in a direction we might choose to go. In the second place, the human personality has (or ought to have) a natural sense of the preposterous.

His style as a writer places him in the category of the immortals, and his courage as a critic outlives the bitter battles in which he engaged. As a result, we use the word 'Orwellian' in two senses: The first describes a nightmare state, a dystopia of untrammelled power; the second describes the human qualities that are always ranged in resistance to such regimes, and that may be more potent and durable than we sometimes dare to think.

every time the secret police close in, our heroes are able to "disapparate"—a term that always makes me think of an attempt at English by George W. Bush.

To be in opposition is not to be a nihilist. And there is no decent or charted way of making a living at it. It is something you are, and not something you do.

At least he had some of the right enemies, even if he didn't do enough to earn them.

The life of an oppositionist is supposed to be difficult.) I

Orwell was interested above all not in the rationalizations of the dominant, but in the excuses and whimperings of the submissive.