I rebel; therefore I exist.

giving up doesn't always mean your weak sometimes your just strong enough to let go

They kept trying to make me less angry, but I refuse to surrender my rage.

struggling gives one strength.

I trust contrariness. ... I simply rebelled at being commanded.

The longer I live, the more I rebel. I'm not going to give in; I want to conquer the world!

I have to say it: I didn't have the courage.

fully. Still, I found that like most tyrants, Self 1 didn’t like losing control and resisted efforts to minimize his influence.

Hard to rouse and hard to restrain: that had been a constant trait in my character.

Even the most subjected person has moments of rage and resentment so intense that they respond, they act against. There is an inner uprising that leads to rebellion, however short- lived. It may be only momentary but it takes place. That space within oneself where resistance is possible remains.

When you're out of willpower, you can call on stubbornness.

. . . The spirit of resistance to government is so valuable on certain occasions, that I wish it to be always kept alive. It will often be exercised when wrong, but better so than not to be exercised at all. I like a little rebellion now and then. It is like a storm in the atmosphere.

My face set to a grim and determined expression. I speak in all modesty as I say this, but I discovered at that moment that I have a fierce will to live. It's not something evident, in my experience. Some of us give up on life with only a resigned sigh. Others fight a little, then lose hope. Still others - and I am one of those - never give up. We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the every end. It's not a question of courage. It's something constitutional, an inability to let go. It may be nothing more than life-hungry stupidity.

From my weakness, I drew strength that never left me.