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“I wonder if pain comes from surrendering or resisting?”
― Donna Lynn Hope

“Acceptance of a thing makes it easier," he said. "No amount of resisting ever kept winter from coming.”
― Scott Tracey, All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens throughout the Ages

“I beliebe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

“Between the lines thoughts were felt. In a way words could never read.”
― Maira Cheeda

“Nesta stretched out her legs, leaning her bruised palms on the stone. 'Enjoy your exercises.'

Cassian bristled. But he held out his hand again. 'Please.'

She'd never heard him say that word. It was a rope thrown between them. He'd meet her halfway- let her win the power battle, admit defeat, if she would just get off the rock.

She told herself to get up, to take that outstretched hand.

But she couldn't Couldn't bring her body to rise.

His hazel eyes were bright with pleading in the morning sun, the wind dancing in his dark hair. Like he was made from these mountains, crafted from wind and stone. He was so beautiful. Not in the way that Azriel and Rhys were beautiful, but in an uncut way. Savage and unrelenting.

The first time she'd seen Cassian, she couldn't take her eyes off him. She felt like she'd spent her life surrounded by boys, and then a man- a male, she supposed- had suddenly appeared. Everything about him had radiated that confident, arrogant masculinity. It had been heady and overwhelming, and all she'd wanted, all she'd wanted for so many months, was to touch him, smell him, taste him. Get close to that strength and throw everything she was against it because she knew he'd never break, never falter, never balk.

But the light in his eyes dimmed as he lowered his hand.

She deserved his disappointment. Deserved his resentment and disgust. Even if it carved something vital from her.

'Tomorrow, then,' Cassian said. He didn't speak to her again for the rest of the day.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Running away has been futile. Wherever I went life would be the same. Resisting my chains only seem to tighten them. Yet all around me women found ways to slip those bonds, to discreetly flout the rules and then return to their so-called captivity before anyone noticed.”
― Sherry Jones, The Jewel of Medina

“He read Thoreau as he said that no just man can submit to anything evil, even if it means standing up and being disobedient to the laws of the state. And so this he combined into a new method, and he said to his people, "Now, it's possible to resist evil, this is your first responsibility; never adjust to evil, resist it. But if you can resist it without resorting to violence or to hate, you can stand up against it and still love the individuals that carry on the evil system that you are resisting.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., The Radical King

“The suspect was resisting arrestâ€� is a police officers license to kill.”
― Steven Magee