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So I'd been captured? So I was starving?
Did that mean I had to shrivel up and die?
I could still slither. I could still hiss.
Nothing had been stolen from me except my freedom.
What I needed was a new plan.
What wild desires, what restless torments seize
The hapless man, who feels the book-disease..."
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He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
Defeat, I do not know the meaning of the word!
The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool at her feet. There was such intense tyrannical passion in the gesture that the marquis relinquished the doorknob and came back.
In most cases, when the lion, weary of obeying its master, has torn and devoured him, its nerves are pacified and it looks round for another master before whom to grovel.
Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom
bullies the light out of the room.
Thoughts of revenge must give way to the need for swift action,
You learn about fight or flight, but no one ever mentions the third alliterative option - freeze.
Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
Conquer, but don't triumph.
Capture me, Wade." I begged him.
"Oh, Evelyn. I have captured you from the very moment I set my eyes upon you. And you have seized me.
Begging your pardon, princess. Did I neglect to pull my forelock?"
She held up a hand.Her temper was a vile thing when loose, and the drumming in her head warned her it was very close to springing free.
"I'm already annoyed.It won't take much to push me to furious.
Seduced, shaggy Samson snored. She scissored short. Sorely shorn, Soon shackled slave, Samson sighed, Silently scheming, Sightlessly seeking Some savage, spectacular suicide.
From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty
As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope of the immoderate use
Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, -
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, -
A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.
Assaile who will, the valiant attends.
A determined man, by his very attitude and the tone of his voice, puts a stop to defeat, and begins to conquer.
Strikes, eases, dies, leaves a temporary silence.
Let them storm on. In fury let them rage!
Firm is this castle, and beneath its ruins
I will be buried ere I yield to them.
- Johanna, answer me! only be mine,
And I will shield thee 'gainst a world in arms.
Thieves at home must hang; but he that puts Into his overgorged and bloated purse The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes.
Man does not steal, he conquers
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on.
Fill all thy bones with aches.
The serpent hissing between the lips of Envy is so huge, and so completely fills her wide-opened mouth that the muscles of her face are strained and contorted, ...
I devour her. And she consumes me.
I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.
I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.
Crush! Kill! And above all - cackle!
I harden my glare and my heart.
Convulsive anger storms at large; or pale
And silent, settles into full revenge.
Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions.
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.
Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal, perfidious pollution.
He who steals a hook shall be hanged; while he who steals the state shall be crowned as prince.
Servitude seizes on few, but many seize on her.
Flies round a honeypot would be nothin' to it, lad! Penniless and nameless as ye are now, the lasses still sigh after ye - I've seen 'em!" More snorting. "Even this Sassenach wench can no keep away from ye, and her a new widow!
I have undertaken vengeance. I want Liberty and Equality to reign in Saint-Domingue. I work to bring them into existence. Unite yourselves to us, brothers, and fight with us for the same cause.
Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.
To capture the pawn, threaten the queen.
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
The rig began shaking like caffeine withdrawal." --Opening sentence of THE FURY.
"The duct-taped Buick swam north on Rush Street, hunting whores like a lesser white shark." --First sentence of Chapter One, THE FURY
Let Harlequin be taken with a fit of the colic, and his trappings will have to serve that mood too.
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
To steale the Hog, and give the feet for almes.
[To steal the hog, and give the feet to alms.]
Let the wilds temper you, and if you weather it, in time the prodigal will return, a viper to his father's bosom. Pawn takes king.
Now is the time for guts and guile
Lysistrata: To seize the treasury; no more money, no more war.
How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire!
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains, Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!
See this abdicated beast, once king
Of them all, nibble his claws:
Not anger enough left - no, nor despair -
To break his teeth on the bars.
He conquers who endures.
Power must be claimed. Wealth won. Rule, dominion, empire purchased with blood.
You scarless children deserve nothing. You do not know pain. You do not know what
your forefathers sacrificed to place you on these heights. But soon, you will.
With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.
You must either conquer and rule or serve and lose, suffer or triumph, be the anvil or the hammer.
When I release, you loose teeth.
We conquer by continuing.
Life proceeds, it enrages.
Familiarize yourselves with the chains of bondage and you prepare your own limbs to wear them. Accustomed to trample on the rights of others, you have lost the genius of your own independence and become the fit subjects of the first cunning tyrant who rises among you.
Here my sister, after a fit of clappings and screamings, beat her hands upon her bosom and upon her knees, and threw her cap off, and pulled her hair down - which were the last stages on her road to frenzy. Being by this time a perfect fury and a complete success, she made a dash to the door
When you speak, speak the truth; perform when you promise; discharge your trust ... Withhold your hands from striking, and from taking that which is unlawful and bad ...
Meralda shook her head. "Pay him no attention, gentlemen," she said. "Logic fails. Reason surrenders. Silence is your only defense."
"Silence, and a whooping big crossbow," muttered Mug. Kervis grinned, and Mug winked. "That's a lad," he whispered. "There's hope for you yet.
lion looking for someone to devour.
Expose foes wit my hocus pocus flows, they froze now suckas idolize my chosen blows
Conquer, but never triumph.
Take my will, and make it Thine, It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart, it is Thine own; It shall be Thy royal throne.
A stolen touch can never compete with a voluntary touch of hunger, passion, desire. The aria of choice is joyous, the cacophony of force brutal, ugly, and cold.
Desperation's heated breath singed my neck, its jagged teeth prepared to devour my flesh. Poverty growled too, waiting its turn, famished yet patient, a beast that dined on the bones of men.
The tyrant should take heed to what he doth,
Since every victim-carrion turns to use,
And drives a chariot, like a god made wroth,
Against each piled injustice.
In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
A pen in my hand, a glaring in my mind,
A tyrant could not subdue me.
Tyrants are seldom free; the cares and the instruments of their tyranny enslave them.
I'm not a thief.' Snorri lowered his brows. 'All right, we'll call it pillage,
He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune.
I don't conquer, I submit.
Beheld a power whose head was crowned with signs of victory.
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
Now, when your weapons are dulled, your ardor damped, your strength exhausted and your treasure spent, other chieftains will spring up to take advantage of your extremity. Then no man, however wise, will be able to avert the consequences that must ensue.
We fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice.
I and my pupil dined
This haze of blood must subside, the palace must collapse under the weight of the riches it conceals, the orgy must finish and the time come to awaken.
Unsex me here and fill me from crown to toe full of direst cruelty That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Macbeth
Mighty is he who conquers himself
There is a pause, while she turns the great pages of her volume of rage, and puts her finger on just the right word.
I succumbed. Late-fifteenth-century verb, Old French succomber or Latin succumbere, but a basic necessity of the human condition, especially mine.
Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I.
no more pain. wake no more. nobody owns
Conquered, we conquer.
Our discontent begins by finding false villains whom we can accuse of deceiving us. Next we find false heroes whom we expect to liberate us. The hardest, most discomfiting discovery is that each of us must emancipate himself.
Make me a captive, Lord,
And then I shall be free;
Force me to render up my sword,
And I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life's alarms
When by myself I stand;
Imprison me within Thine arms,
And strong shall be my hand
My lusts they do me leave,
My fancies all be fled,
And tract of time begins to weave
Grey hairs upon my head.
Yield to him who opposes you; by yielding you conquer.
A great fortune enslaves its owner.
Take heed of the wrath of a mighty man, and the tumult of the people.
My pace, Saylor. Not yours. I'm in control now. You may own pieces of me you never even knew, but right now, I'm going to own you. Every single part of you." My
We are all imprisoned by the dictionary. We choose out of that vast, paper-walled prison our convicts, the little black printed words, when in truth we need fresh sounds to utter, new enfranchised noises which would produce a new effect.
Meralda opened her eyes. "I'm for a bath," she said. "Now, and Yvin be hanged."
Shingvere crowed. "At last, our battle cry," he said. "A bath, and the king be hanged!" he shouted, brandishing his fork. "Clean clothes, then victory!
He submits to be seen through a microscope, who suffers himself to be caught in a fit of passion.