Quotes About Resistance

When the Führer predicted a quick victory over England, implying Spain could wait not longer if it wanted to share in the triumph, Franco doubted the scenario, before adding that even if the Germans were to capture London, the British would continue fighting from Canada.

When we turn away from evidence that seems relatively straightforward to others we are using denial.

It was their favorite bitter joke: those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats.

Is it not our human tragedy that some men must be beaten like donkeys before they will see reason?

I clap my hands over my ears. The voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad. I must not hear him speak.

I will not be silenced on my own island.

They will resent you. Worse, they will suspect you, for you are the daughter of a sorcerer and a witch in your own right. You have lived only in Colchis, you cannot know how pharmakeia is feared among mortals. They will seek to undermine you at every turn. It will not matter that you helped Jason. They will push that aside, or else use it against you as proof of your unnaturalness.

those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats.

They will seek to undermine you at every turn.

You do not command me. The silence went on and on, painful and breathless, like a singer overreaching to finish a phrase. Then,

I talked with Junior Allen. He didn't have his mind on it. He was crouched in the brush, and he could taste lamb, and he was alerted for the first shy sound of the little hoofs coming along the trail. I gently and indirectly advanced the idea of my coming along, and he firmly closed the door. He got up and sprang nimbly onto the dock, snapped the weak dock light on, checked his lines, adjusted a fender and came aboard again, restless.

Too goddam many lawyers mixed up in this. Run the sonsobitches out. If they resists shoot 'em, that's what I says to the Governor, but they're all these sonsobitches a lawyers fussin' everythin' up all the time with warrants and habeas corpus and longwinded rigmarole. My ass to habeas corpus.

For whatsoe'er their sufferings were before, That change they covet makes them suffer more. All other errors but disturb a state; But innovation is the blow of fate.

Fools are more hard to conquer than persuade.

Part of me knows that prayer is essential; another part of me would rather turn on the TV and check out. And that whole bit about being long-suffering-no way. Part of me wants to just get drunk.

You make no agreements with whatever the temptation or accusation is.

Life will provide a thousand sessions for raising the warrior God calls you to be. Turn your radar on during the day, and intentionally don't take the path of least resistance.

Confusing the weight of sins actually hurts our ability to resist temptation.

You must understand: the unholy trinity Scripture names as the world, our flesh, and the evil one conspire to undermine your character.

The enemy's whole plan is based on agreements. When we agree with the demonic forces suggesting things to us, we come under their influence.

The artist, however faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes the last champion of the individual mind and sensibility against an intrusive society and an officious state… In pursuing his perceptions of reality, he must often sail against the currents of his time. This is not a popular role…

Anything out of control is always a potential threat, and always calls up moral, legal, and aesthetic powers to discipline it. The signs of the subordinate out of control terrify the forces of order (whether moral, legal, or aesthetic), for they constitute a constant reminder of both how fragile social control is and how it is resented; they demonstrate how escaping social control, even momentarily, produces a sense of freedom.

I must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment.

They knew they were like two grains of yeast in a sea of lethargic dough—two grains of salt in a vast tureen of insipid broth.