Quotes About Resistance

In some cases non-violence requires more militancy than violence.

Non sei mica fascista? - mi disse. Era seria e rideva. Le presi la mano e sbuffai. - Lo siamo tutti, cara Cate, - dissi piano. - Se non lo fossimo, dovremmo rivoltarci, tirare bombe, rischiare la pelle. Chi lascia fare e s'accontenta, è già un fascista

Kader diye bir ÅŸey yoktur,yaln?z s?n?rlar vard?r.En kötü yazg?,s?n?rlar? sab?rla kar??lamakt?r.Kar?? ç?kmak gerekir.

Face aux archipels du passé, solides et insubmersibles, le présent incertain et précaire perdait toute consistance. Le réel ne résistait pas aux reflux de la mémoire.

It may have seemed strange to you that a professing Christian father so freely gave you, a Christian son, to enlist in the volunteer service. My reason was that I regarded this as purely a defensive war. A war in defense of our homes and firesides, of our wives and children. Threatened with invasion and subjugation, it seemed to me that nothing was left us but stern resistance or abject submission.

As they approached Dhauli the elephant refused to go forward; nothing that Mark or the mahout did could persuade her to cross the open ground in front of them. Only then did Mark learn that they had come to the Kalinga battlefield, on which hundreds of war elephants are said to have died.

On the southern flank, Company B was fast going to pieces. As infiltrating Germans approached Britton's command post in a house, they yelled in English: "Come on out!" To which Britton yelled back: "Fuck you, come on in!"[354]

Propose to any englishman any principle, or any instrument, however admirable, and you will observe that the whole effort of the english mind is directed to find a difficulty, defect or an impossibility in it.

Progress, that great heresy of degenerates.

Against the odds, they refuse to succeed.

But the very worst kind of collaboration was a French woman sleeping with a German. They were called the horizontal collaborationists.

18. Schlegal was disappointed that the people he tortured always talked. What do you think were the motivations behind someone who talked and someone who didn't? If you were in a situation where someone was trying to get information from you, what would be the final straw to make you talk?

Whatever happens, the flame of the French resistance must not and shall not die.

Devil does not buy our empty soul. He waits for us to selling off that. (Diable n'achète notre âme vide. - Il attend qu'on la solde.)

I think we can survive—and resist both US authoritarianism and corporatism while creating a democratic revolution—only if the majority of Americans either become the kind of activist I describe in this book—or support those who do.

Resistance can be symbolic, but at its core it must also be empowering and even shocking, in the sense of awakening the people to the evils of the system and the terrifying end-result if we allow business as usual to continue. Resistance is rage at injustice and at the insanity of institutions that kill and exploit for money and power. Melding that rage with love is the art of activism.

Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human nature.

Leave the bottle on the chimleypiece, and don't ask me to take none, but let me put my lips to it when I am so dispoged.

Death may beget life, but oppression can beget nothing other than itself.

Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me.

But injustice breeds injustice; the fighting with shadows and being defeated by them necessitates the setting up of substances to combat.

Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures," replied Estella, with a glance towards him, "hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?

I'll not leave a handful of that dark hair upon your head, if you lay a finger on me!

I tell you what, Mr. Fledgeby,' said Lammle, advancing on him. 'Since you presume to contradict me, I'll assert myself a little. Give me your nose!' Fledgeby covered it with his hand instead, and said, retreating, 'I beg you won't!' ... 'Say no more, say no more!' Mr. Lammle repeated in a magnificent tone. 'Give me your'--Fledgeby started-- 'hand.