C. S. Lewis Quotes

I haven't shaken my fists at the moon.

Suicide is man's way of telling God, 'You can't fire me - I quit.'

All right, then, I'll go to hell.

The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.

People crushed by laws, have no hope but to evade power. If the laws are their enemies, they will be enemies to the law; and those who have most to hope and nothing to lose will always be dangerous.

If you are going to lower me into the grave, and I feel something is wrong, I will get up.

Come on, fire bullets at me. I am prepared to die for the sake of the people.

Kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change.

Maybe I'll be like that man in "The Hanging Tree'. Still waiting for an answer.

If you're going to make a desperate, hopeless act of defiance you should make it a good one.

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

Don't surrender to the dying light; don't take it lying down.

Humans have discovered that they cannot stop Death, but at least they can spit in his drink.

The sun will shine on those who stand before it shines on those who kneel under them.

When time and need require, we should resist with all our might, and prefer death to slavery and disgrace.

Write anything you want because we'll never be heard from again.

If the will remains in protest, it stays dependent on that which it is protesting against.

Well, if it's a symbol, to hell with it.

Let them call me rebel, and welcome, I feel no concern from it.

Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun.

The resistance is not something to be avoided, it's something to seek out.

You've got to shake your fists at lightning now, you've got to roar like forest fire You've got to spread your light like blazes all across the sky They're going to aim the hoses on you, show 'em you won't expire Not till you burn up every passion, not even when you die Come on now, you've got to try, if you're feeling contempt, well then you tell it If you're tired of the silent night, Jesus, well then you yell it Condemned to wires and hammers, strike every chord that you feel That broken trees and elephant ivories conceal

The most elementary form of rebellion, paradoxically , expresses an aspiration for order .

Lighting that torch in Atlanta didn't make me nervous. Standing up to the government - that made me nervous.

DISOBEDIENCE, n. The silver lining to the cloud of servitude.