Quotes About Resistance

our endurance must end, and our resistance begin, to-day.

The tone in which those words were spoken might have melted a stone. But, oh dear, what is the hardness of stone? Nothing, compared to the hardness of the unregenerate human heart!

So the conservative who resists change is as valuable as the radical who proposes it -perhaps as much more valuable as roots are more vital than grafts.

The more a government strives to curtail freedom of speech, the more obstinately is it resisted; not indeed by the avaricious, . . . but by those whom good education, sound morality, and virtue have rendered more free.

Men in general are so constituted that there is nothing they will endure with so little patience as that views which they believe to be true should be counted crimes against the laws . . .

The question is not why should we change but rather what sort of death wish are we promoting by refusing to change?

Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare.

And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification

I will not endure this thing! I alone withstand to death, This outrage! Ah me! how sick & pale you all stand round me! Ah me! pitiable ones! do you also go the deaths vale? All you my Friends & Brothers! all you my beloved Companions! Have you also caught the infection of Sin & stern Repentance? I see Disease arise upon you! yet speak to me and give Me some comfort: why do you all stand silent? I alone Remain in permanent strength.

Polluting his brain with a hunger so base that it would have made him vomit had he had any possession of his own body. The hunger was more than a desire for food, for sex or for power. The hunger was a vacuum, an endless vortex that consumed every thought, every impulse of who and what he was. He tried to scream but it wouldn't let him.

The outbreak revealed the surprising degree to which the Mughal court was still regarded across northern India not as some sort of foreign Muslim imposition – as some, especially on the Hindu right wing, look upon the Mughals today – but instead as the principal source of political legitimacy, and therefore the natural centre of resistance against British colonial rule.

And when a man that old takes up money-hunting, it's like when he takes up gambling or whisky or women. He aint going to have time to quit.

completely over. For an instant it resists

It's not men who cope with death; they resist, try to fight back and get their brains trampled out in consequence; where women just flank it, envelop it in one soft and instantaneous confederation of unresistance like cotton batting or cobwebs, already de-stingered and harmless, not merely reduced to size and usable but even useful like a penniless bachelor or spinster connection always available to fill an empty space or conduct an extra guest down to dinner.

I can't imagine cutting my wrists in Pokheepsie

I did not come to this country for the terror from paramilitary, declared Voytek, hoarsely. I did not come to this country for motherfucker . But motherfucker is waiting. Always . Is carceral state, surveillance state. Orwell. You have read Orwell?

If you fancy resenting the tedious, I recommend intentional communities, particularly those led by charismatics." "You

Whenever the media do try to pick it up, it slides like a lone noodle from their chopsticks.

The bosses, the big'uns, they can take all manner of things away from us. With their bloody laws and factories and courts and banks...they can make the world to their pleasure, they can take away your home and kin and even the work you do. But they can't ever take what you know, now can they, Sybil? They can't ever take that.

Those fuckers," Janice said, meaning the football players, "they get me doing hate Kegels.

No," said Madison, "not given the immediate future you're trying to keep us from.

I a warrior. But this no m' fight, no Zion fight, Babylon fightin' Babylon, eatin' i'self, ya know? But Jah seh I an' I t' bring Steppin' Razor outa this.

The concrete walls were overlaid with graffiti, years of them twisting into a single metascrawl of rage and frustration.

Surrender, the Prince said. It will not happen. SURRENDER! the Prince shouted. DEATH FIRST!