Quotes About Resistance

Also he saw one dog, that would neither conciliate nor obey, finally killed in the struggle for mastery.

John Barleycorn was blunting me.

You can no more make water run up hill than can you cause the tide of economic evolution to flow back in its channel along the way it came.

It was not a column, but a mob, an awful river that filled the street, the people of the abyss, mad with drink and wrong, up at last and roaring for the blood of their masters. I had seen the people of the abyss before, gone through its ghettos, and thought I knew it; but I found that I was now looking on it for the first time. Dumb apathy had vanished. It was now dynamic—a fascinating spectacle of dread.

Sabía que era inútil interponerse entre un necio y su necedad.

Esiste una forza più grande della ricchezza, ed è più grande perché non può esserci sottratta, La nostra forza, la forza dei proletari, sta nei nostri muscoli, sta nelle nostre mani che possono deporre le schede nelle urne, sta nelle nostre dita che possono premere un grilletto. Non possono strapparci questa forza. È la forza primitiva, la forza sorella della vita, è la forza più potente della ricchezza, che la ricchezza non può sottrarci.

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This is the revolution, my masters. Stop it if you can.

Observe! I hold the magic tablet of truth! You are Monster; I am Man. Each is alone; each sees dawn and dusk; each feels pain and pain's ease. Why should one be victor and the other victim? We will never agree; never shall you know gain by the toil of man! Submit to the what-must-be! If you fail to heed, then you must taste a bitter brew and never again walk the sands of dark Sigil.

I could kill you in a dozen different ways without breaking a sweat. Do not think to dictate my comings and goings.

Truth grows even more powerful when it is suppressed, and that often it takes only one small crack to bring down the wall, to release it.

If you try it," Whip said, "you'll be thrown out on your inalienable ass.

Because I am for them, Commander, because their ancestors stood up to that Nazi, Bligh, just like I would be for one little Jew, terrified and hungry, crossing the Pyrenees to get away to freedom from the Gestapo. One little Jew. You wouldn't have him in your house. He stinks, he has lice. But, you know what, Commander? I am for him, every time." And he would punch me in the shoulder and lug his M-1 up onto the ridge, night after night.

A minority with machine guns can always protect itself.

Men are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves; they therefore remain bound.

People are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves. That is why they remain bound.

Many men are slaves because one is an oppressor; let us hate the oppressor. Now, however, there is amongst an increasing few a tendency to reverse this judgment, and to say, One man is an oppressor because many are slaves; let us despise the slaves.

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When the white man came to Africa, the white man had the Bible and the African had the land, but now it is the white man who is being, reluctantly and bloodily, separated from the land, and the African who is still attempting to digest or to vomit up the Bible.

Most of us are about as eager to be changed as we were to be born, and go through our changes in a similar state of shock.

The power of the white world is threatened whenever a black man refuses to accept the white world's definitions.

If we know, then we must fight for your life as though it were our own-which it is-and render impassable with our bodies the corridors to the gas chamber. For if they come for you in the morning, they will be coming for us that night.

I had to get out of there for my face showed too much, the war in my body was dragging me down. My feet refused to carry me over to him again. The wind of my life was blowing me away.

The real reason that nonviolence is considered to be a virtue in Negroes—I am not speaking now of its racial value, another matter altogether—is that white men do not want their lives, their self-image, or their property threatened.