Quotes About Resistance

Look,I'll pay you for a cup of coffee and the use of this- she thumped a hand on the sofa and a soft plume of dust rose up -thing for the night. I don't take in lodgers. And you'd probably kick a sick dog if he got in your way, she added evenly.

In every world, I think, all who can must learn and remember and stand against those who never do.

against his. No force of will could make his

Knowing something's not good for you doesn't stop you from wanting it.

She held herself rigid in his grasp, but he

How shall man escape from that which is written; How shall he flee from his destiny? —Ferdowsi

Ruling groups of every type...whose power is dwindling seldom vacate the field without a fight even if the chances of maintaining their power and rule may be nil. The weaker they are...the crasser, the more reckless and unrealistic...are the measures likely to be with which they seek to preserve their position.

There are none who are as deaf as those who do not want to hear." —BARRY LEVENTHAL

What those anti-cookie-baking mothers wanted me to do was turn baseball into soccer.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.

I say let me never be complete, I say may I never be content,I say deliver me from Swedish furniture, I say deliver me from clever arts, I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth,I say you have to give up! I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may!

I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.

After long enough, everyone in the world will be you enemy.

Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity, you will become a statistic.

And the seventh rule is if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.

What stops you here is what stops your entire life. The air will always be too filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life.

We fight wars. We fight for peace. We fight hunger. We love to fight. We fight and fight and fight, with our guns or mouths or money. And the planet is never one lick better than it was before us.

A happy past cripples people. They cling to it with nowhere better to go. Nothing to improve upon.

Wherever we end up, I just won't go back to normal.

I just didn't want to be fixed.

There were jobs so bor­ing, you'd find ways to crip­ple your­self so you couldn't work.

She tries to not ask, to stop asking, but the effort is like trying to un-pop a balloon.

But I don't want to go back. Not yet. Just because. Because every once in a while, somebody brings me my lunch tray and my meds and he has a black eye or his forehead is swollen with stitches, and he says: We miss you Mr. Durden. Or somebody with a broken nose pushes a mop past me and whispers: Everything's going according to the plan. Whispers We're going to break up civilization so we can make something better out of the world. Whispers We look forward to getting you back.

I say, no. You've used me enough. If you don't cooperate, we'll go after Marla. I say, lead the way.