Citas de Rebeldes

I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.

It seemed funny to me that the sunset she saw from her patio and the one I saw from the back steps was the same one. Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren't so different. We saw the same sunset.

They grew up on the outside of society. They weren't looking for a fight. They were looking to belong.

You get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin' can touch you...

Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. But all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. Sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. But all the wrong sights, not the things you want to see.

Can you see the sunset real good on the West side? You can see it on the East side too.

Things are rough all over.

I've been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you're gold when you're a kid, like green. When you're a kid everything's new, dawn. It's just when you get used to everything that it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep that way, it's a good way to be.

It's okay. We aren't in the same class. Just don't forget that some of us watch the sunset too.

Get smart and nothing can touch you.

Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too.

I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man do I have fun!.

Dally was so real he scared me.

Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren't so different. We saw the same sunset.

...I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.

There isn't any real good reason for fighting except self-defense.

I liked my books and clouds and sunsets.

Johnny almost grinned as he nodded. "Tuff enough," he managed, and by the way his eyes were glowing, I figured Southern gentlemen had nothing on Johnny Cade.

That's why people don't ever think to blame the Socs and are always ready to jump on us. We look hoody and they look decent. It could be just the other way around - half of the hoods I know are pretty decent guys underneath all that grease, and from what I've heard, a lot of Socs are just cold-blooded mean - but people usually go by looks.

why do you like fights Darry~Ponyboy He just likes to show off his muscles~Sodapop.

You know a guy a longtime, and I mean really know him, you don't get used to the idea that he's dead just overnight.

You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There’s still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don’t think he knows.

the person in this picture is really me.

They shouldn't hate each other . . . I don't hate the Socs any more . . . they shouldn't hate . ..

I don't know why I go to school unless for kicks, oh well might as well do dissect a frog.

I had it then. Soda fought for fun, Steve for hatred, Darry for pride, and Two-Bit for conformity. Why do I fight? I thought, and couldn't think of any real good reason. There isn't any real good reason for fighting except self-defense.

They weren't looking for a fight, they were looking to fit in.

If we don't have each other, we don't have anything.

But Dally, heaters kill people! Ya' kill 'em with switchblades to, don'tcha?.

...people get hurt in rumbles, maybe killed. I'm sick of it because it doesn't do any good. You can't win...even if you whip us. You'll still be where you were before- at the bottom. And we'll still be the lucky ones with all the breaks. So it doesn't do any good, the fighting and the killing. It doesn't prove a thing.

They used to be buddies, I thought, they used to be friends, and now they hate each other because one has to work for a living and the other comes from the West Side. They shouldn't hate each other...

The dawn was coming then. All the lower valley was covered with mist, and sometimes little pieces of it broke off and floated away in small clouds. The sky was lighter in the east, and the horizon was a thin golden line. The clouds changed from gray to pink, and the mist was touched with gold. There was a silent moment when everything held its breath, and then the sun rose. It was beautiful.

Rat race is the perfect name for it,' she said. 'We're always going and going and going, and never asking where. Did you ever hear of having more than you wanted? So that you couldn't want anything else and then started looking for something else to want? It seems like we're always searching for something to satisfy is, and never finding it. Maybe if we could lose our cool we would.

He sure put things into words good.

I could fall in love with Dallas Winston," she said. "I hope I never see him again, or I will.

Okay greasers, you've had it.

What's the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley? ...No, another social outcast!.

There was a silent moment when everything held its breath, and then the sun rose.

You know the rules. No jazz before a rumble.

If you want to see something funny, it's a tough hood sticking his tongue out at his big brother.

Just don't forget that some of us watch the sunset too.

... Hey, I didn't know you didn't like baloney." I went cold. "I don't like it. I never liked it." Soda just looked at me. "You used to eat it. That's why you wouldn't eat anything while you were sick. You kept saying you didn't like baloney, no matter what it was we were trying to get you to eat." "I don't like it," I repeated.

...you don't just stop living because you lose someone. I thought you knew that by now. You don't quit!.

I guess he had listened to more beefs and more problems from more people than any of us. A guy that'll really listen to you, listen and care about what you're saying, is something rare.

I could just tell. I'll bet you watch sunsets, too.

You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There's still a lot of good in the world.

We're almost as close as brothers; when you grow up in a tight-knit neighborhood like ours you get to know each other real well.

I really couldn't see what the Socs would have to sweat about - good grades, good cars, good girls, madras and Mustangs and Corvairs - Man, I thought, if I had worries like that I'd consider myself lucky. I know better now.

I liked my books and clouds and sunsets.

Greaser ' didn't have anything to do with it. My buddy over there wouldn't have done it. Maybe you would have done the same thing, maybe a friend of yours wouldn't have. It's the individual.

When you're a kid, everything's new, dawn. It's just when you get used to everything that it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep that way, it's a good way to be.

The shade of difference that separates a greaser from a hood wasn't present in Dally.

You oughta see Kathy's brother. Now there's a hood. He's so greasy he glides when he walks. He goes to the barber for an oil change, not a haircut.