#obedience

One has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. ↗

— Martin Luther King Jr.

#civil-disobedience #dissent #protest #law

Protest beyond the law is not a departure from democracy; it is absolutely essential to it. ↗

— Howard Zinn

#civil-disobedience #democracy #dissent #law #protest

We are apt to imagine that if Jesus Christ constrains us and we obey Him, He will lead us to great success; but He does not. If our Lord has ever constrained you, and you obeyed Him, what was your dream of His purpose? Never put your dream of success as God’s purpose for you; His purpose may be exactly the opposite. ↗

— Oswald Chambers

#success #dreams

Do you mind not being so kind and obedient? It makes me nervous. ↗

— Diana Wynne Jones

#obedience

What if you were always stuck in one place, your mind spinning and unable to go forward like tires clenched in mud, because the answers wouldn't reveal themselves to you? ↗

— Will Lavender

#mind #stuck #obedience

There was a time when we expected nothing of our children but obedience, as opposed to the present, when we expect everything of them but obedience. ↗

— Anatole Broyard

#everything #expect #expected #nothing #obedience

Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#clouds #pillow #obedience

TO the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved, Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever after-ward resumes its liberty. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#politics #wisdom #obedience

I play by the rules even when there aren’t any. ↗

— Stacy Kramer

#obedient #rules #obedience

I couldn't get to sleep. The book lay nearby. A thin object on the divan. So strange. Between two cardboard covers were noises, doors, howls, horses, people. All side by side, pressed tightly against one another. Boiled down to little black marks. Hair, eyes, voices, nails, legs, knocks on doors, walls, blood, beards, the sound of horseshoes, shouts. All docile, blindly obedient to the little black marks. The letters run in mad haste, now here, now there. The a's, f's, y's, k's all run. They gather together to create a horse or a hailstorm. They run again. Now they create a dagger, a night, a murder. Then streets, slamming doors, silence. Running and running. Never stopping. ↗

— Ismail Kadaré

#reading #obedience