rebellion

Finally, I realised that No One, howsoever you may consider dearest to you, will never mend their ways to appeal you, for they will only follow their own nature. Accept it! You may like it or dislike it. The irony is in the process there may be phases in individual__ lives where their actions/ behaviour may appease you, but that__ never to be misunderstood that they have changed for you. From an evolutionary psychology standpoint, that__ a rebellious attitude that shapes our society!

Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?""Yes.""You called her a liar?""Yes.""You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?""Yes.""Have a biscuit, Potter.

Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?""Yes," said Harry stiffly."Yes, sir.""There's no need to call me "sir" Professor."The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying.

The old disease, thought Rubashov. Revolutionaries should not think through other people's minds. Or, perhaps they should? Or even ought to? How can one change the world if one identifies oneself with everybody? How else can one change it? He who understands and forgives -- where would he find a motive to act? Where would he not?

So few want to be rebels anymore. And out of those few, most, like myself, scare easily.

[Hegel__] system of nature seemed, at least to natural philosophers, absolutely crazy_.Hegel_launched out with particular vehemence and acrimony against the natural philosophers, and especially against Isaac Newton. The philosophers accused the scientific men of narrowness; the scientific men retorted that the philosophers were insane.

...it__ just another one of those things I don__ understand: everyone impresses upon you how unique you are, encouraging you to cultivate your individuality while at the same time trying to squish you and everyone else into the same ridiculous mould. It__ an artist__ right to rebel against the world__ stupidity.

As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at a full sprint. She was, quite literally, running for her life, and leaving everything she had known before behind. Regardless of her past experiences, here she was, blindly following a girl, who was virtually a stranger, because she had promised to lead Eleanor to safety.

Here we go,_ Phoenix said, turning back to Nora. __ry not to let this room scare you.

My dream is to create something so beautiful that it encourages people to present the best version of themselves to me everywhere I go.

Cherish your existence, for memories become legacies and life can change in an instant.

Eternity will not cause our memories to fade, it will force our hearts to accept the past.

If you feel like you don't fit into the world you inherited it is because you were born to help create a new one.

Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.

To completely understand me you must first accept that I am not you.

To struggle against the weight of sleep as reality eclipses the moon of your dreams is the purest sign of true love.

Eleanor had heard talk of the rebellion that existed inside the city of Constance before. Most of the information she gathered was considered an old fairy tale by the general public. There were a few stories here and there about people angered by their present living conditions, who had demanded that the center of Constance be held responsible for it. However, information was never passed between the five different sectors. Over the years the tales of the rebellion had become children__ bedtime stories, and people did not take them seriously.

Try to think of it as though we are rewriting history___he first time this experience occurred you and I never kissed in this Dream Machine room. But now when we leave here, and open our eyes again near the wall around the center of Constance, that kiss will be included in our memories of the day we first met. We could spend a lifetime recreating this moment here, meanwhile, not a single second of our lives would slip by back in our reality. Time seems to move differently inside of our memories.