Quotes About Resistance

There's no escaping from constant escape.

People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

Lo mejor es no oponer resistencia, sino dejarse ir. No te pases la vida intentando arreglar las cosas. Cuando huyes de algo solo consigues que permanezca más tiempo contigo. Cuando luchas contra algo, ese algo se vuelve más fuerte. Dice: —No hagas lo que quieres. Haz lo que no quieres. Haz lo que te han enseñado a no querer. Es lo contrario de perseguir la felicidad. Brandy me dice: —Haz las cosas que te dan más miedo.

Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.

La gente non vuole rimettere in sesto la propria vita. Nessuno vuole che i suoi problemi vengano risolti. I suoi drammi. Le sue distrazioni. Le sue storie risolte. I suoi casini ripuliti. Perché, che cosa mai le rimarrebbe? Solamente il grande spaventoso inconoscibile.

I just didn't want to be fixed. Whatever my real problems might be, I didn't want them cured. None of the little secrets inside me wanted to be found and explained away. By myths. By my childhood. By chemistry. My fear was, what would be left?

El aire estará demasiado cargado de algo. Tu cuerpo siempre estará dolorido o demasiado cansado. Tu padre, demasiado borracho. Tu mujer será demasiado fría. Siempre tendrás alguna excusa para no vivir tu vida.

Hoffnung ist was sehr Widerspenstiges. Eine Sucht, die man bekämpfen muss.

What you run from only stays with you longer. When you fight something, you only make it stronger.

People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their mess cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

As if the only choice they have left is how they're going to die, and they want to die in a fight.

The rebellion is home to all kinds.

Be patient. Be strong. Fight back where you can. The Imperial war machine falls apart one gear, one gun, one stormtrooper at a time. The New Republic is coming. And we want your help to finish the fight.

For a long time he's told his son not the truth but the idealized hope: One day the Empire will fall and things will be different for when you have children. And that may still come to pass. But now a stronger, sharper truth is required: "Jak—the battle isn't over. The battle is just starting.

One helmeted cop is flung from his vehicle. The other crawls out onto the hood of his speeder, opening fire with a pair of blasters—just as a hunk of stone cracks him in the helmet, knocking him to the ground.

Hey, pal. You still know how to contact the other refugees? Roshyk, Hrrgn, Kirratha, and them?" Group of a half-dozen Wookiees who escaped Kessel and got away from the Empire when nobody else could. Group of the meanest, hairiest brutes.

The Empire's weapon may be destroyed, but the Empire itself lives on. Its oppressive hand closes around the throats of good, free-thinking people across the galaxy, from the Coruscant Core to the farthest systems in the Outer Rim. We must remember that our fight continues. Our rebellion is over. But the war…the war is just beginning.

The Empire must fall.

Leadership can mean defiance.

We must remember that our fight continues. Our rebellion is over. But the war…the war is just beginning. —ADMIRAL ACKBAR

Miriam's heels are dug so far in, she's up to her neck.

Men always want to put us in boxes," Miranda says finally. "They want to keep us there, out of sight, out of mind. Make our limbs weak so we can't fight back. They would very much prefer us to be props—a rack, perhaps, to hold up their hats, a shelf to display their trophies.

what happens to the world when antibiotics fail us all? Everything from heart operations to getting a tattoo will go from being rote explorations of the human body to perilous trips like the first pioneers crossing the badlands . . . Once antibiotics go, everything goes. Maybe that won't be the first domino to fall. Maybe it'll be the one where we lose all the honeybees, or maybe it'll be when we lose all the ice caps, or, or, or—

Then my answer is Double-No with a side order of Nope-Nuh-Uh and a couple sauce packets of Extra-Zesty Fuck-No Dressing.