Quotes about Defiance
th' unconquerable will,/ And study of revenge, immortal hate,/ And courage never to submit or yield/ And what is else not to be overcome?
- John Milton
All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what else is not to be overcome? That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me.
- John Milton
He spake: and to confirm his words, out flew Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd hell: highly they rag'd Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped Arms Clash'd on thir sounding shields the din of war, Hurling defiance toward the Vault of Heav'n.
- John Milton
Stayes not on Man; to God his Tower intends Siege and defiance: Wretched man! what food Will he convey up thither to sustain Himself and his rash Armie, where thin Aire Above the Clouds will pine his entrails gross, And famish him of Breath, if not of Bread?
- John Milton
As to my blindness, I would rather have mine, if it be necessary, than either theirs, More or yours.
- John Milton
I pray for the courage To walk naked At any age To wear red and purple, To be unladylike, Inappropriate, Scandalous and incorrect To the very end.
- Gloria Steinem
Only the man who says no is free
- Herman Melville
There are men whose language is strong and defying enough, yet their eyes and their actions ask leave of other men to live.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Some men are, in regard to ridicule, like tin-roofed buildings in regard to hail: all that hits them bounds rattling off; not a stone goes through.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the center which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death.
- Virginia Woolf
And then she said to herself, brandishing her sword at life, nonsense.
- Virginia Woolf
Though the wind is rough and blowing in their faces, those girls there, striding hand in hand, shouting out a song, seem to feel neither cold nor shame. They are hatless. They triumph.
- Virginia Woolf