Quotes About Resistance

E eu continuava resistindo. E essa resistência me custava cada vez menos esforço, porque, por muito apego que se tenha ao veneno que nos está fazendo mal, quando por uma necessidade se passa algum tempo sem ingeri-lo, não é possível deixar de apreciar o descanso, que antes era coisa desconhecida, e a ausência de emoções e sofrimentos.

The things one tries hardest to avoid are what one finds one cannot escape,

But ideas transform themselves in us, they overcome our initial resistance to them, and feed upon rich reserves of intellect that existed ready-made for them without our knowing.

Her kad?n, bir erke?in üzerindeki gücü ne kadar fazlaysa, gitmenin tek yolunun da kaçmak oldu?unu hisseder. Kraliçe oldu?u için kaçak olmak zorundad?r.

It was at this time that people found along the roads and highways little children, tiny vagabonds who refused to grow up. Little girls of seven years knelt and prayed that they might not grow older, for puberty seemed to them a sign of mortality.

No es el cambio el que de verdad duele, se dijo, es la resistencia a él. Y se sintió

Uma vez criado, o conhecimento não pode ser calado jamais. Sempre haverá aqueles que lutarão para preservá-lo, difundi-lo, movidos por razões nobres ou perversas.

There is no other way to beat a terrorist. You must fight like him, or he will surely kill you.

Cooper said nothing. "Jesus." Quinn rubbed at his eyes. "Wait. How does this get him what he wants? Things are worse now for abnorms than ever before. The microchipping, the hate crimes, hell, every third congressman holding press conferences to say we need to lock you all up.

One of the weird things about being in a resistance movement was that it wasn't like you could hire janitors, so when it came to cleaning, there was a duty roster.

Let us never yield to those who believe political power flows from the barrel of a gun, to

people burn books, and that they ban books is, in a way, a good sign. It's a good sign because it means books have power. When people burn books, it's because they're afraid of what's inside them...

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

Like water leaking slowly through a dike to become a steady trickle or a flood, words and ideas inexorably elude the censor's grasp. (Banned Books: Censorship Histories of World Literature)

My greatest enemy is reality. I have fought it successfully for thirty years.

When you hear me singing you get the rifle down and the flashlight, aiming for my brain, but you always miss and when you set out the poison I piss on it to warn the others.

My mother sighed, making me feel that I was placing an intolerable burden on her, and yet making me resent having to feel this weight. She looked tired, as she often did these days. Her tiredness bored me, made me want to attack her for it.

I fought tenaciously against what seemed to be my destiny; I struggled against my natural reaction with all my strength, because it was killing my dreams and forcing me to go in the wrong direction.

Temptations come, as a general rule, when they are sought.

I have a natural tendency to go away when told to do so. Do you really want me to?

People assume that men make all the rules, but sometimes mothers are the ones who command girls to be quiet while they arrange for us to be sold like oxen or mules.

Aside from the privilege of actually being white, they had been denied the privilege of freely yielding to depression, of flaunting neurosis as a mark of social and psychic complexity. A privilege that was glorified in the literature of white female suffering and resistance. A privilege Good Negro Girls had been denied by our history of duty, obligation, and discipline

Twice in his life Eugene Victor Debs took the long leap to the Ultima Thule of prison, passing beyond the realm of the acceptable into the nonacceptable, from respectability into the criminal community of the monster who was an enemy to the people.

Another way of stating the matter is to propose that we only approach happiness to the extent that we manage to relinquish our need to control the trajectory of our existence—that we resist the attraction of definitive conclusions regarding how our lives are supposed to evolve.