Clarence Thomas Quotes

I will never stop complaining.

Better off dead than giving in; not taking what you want.

I am not a fate worse than death, dammit!

Never apologize, never explain - didn't we always say that? Well, I haven't and I don't.

It may be tempting and more comfortable to just keep your head down, plod along, and appease those who demand: 'Sit down and shut up,' but that's the worthless, easy path; that's a quitter's way out.

You may exist in this world--but I exist too and I will not yield

They will kill me but they will not kill my voice, because it will be the voice of all Afghan women. You can cut the flower, but you cannot stop the coming of spring.

I'm gonna have to be killed before I lose, and I ain't going to die easy.

You have to be a warrior and say, "Maybe it's everyone else's system, but it's not mine." (from her recent interview here, on Goodreads)

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

I don't see why I should bow my head when I could hold it high, or place it in the hands of my enemies when I can defeat them.

Give up trying to make me give up

I'm my own person, and people can say whatever they want. I'm still going to be the person that I am.

I knew someone had to take the first step. So I made up my mind not to move.

They can't hurt me. Sure, they can crush you and kill you. They can lay you out on 42nd and Broadway and put hoses on you and flush you in the sewers and put you on the subway and carry you out to Coney island and bury you on the Ferris wheel. But I refuse to sit here and worry about dying.

I'd like to think that in any circumstance I'd say, "You know what? Screw this. Kill me. I'm done. I'm not going to grovel."

I'm going to be me as I am, and you can beat me or jail me or even kill me, but I'm not going to be what you want me to be.

They thought that the bullets would silence us, but they failed.

You will never change anything that you are willing to tolerate.

They can tak' oour lives but they canna tak' oour troousers!

In the end you’ll see you won’t stop me.

The heart prefers to move against the grain of circumstance; perversity is the souls very life.

They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house?

His response was to fight it with the only weapons at hand—passive resistance and open displays of contempt.