If I did
give you power, then you've got nothing! Nobody "gives" you power. Real power is something you take!
I just think it's funny. I was born a loser, but you're one by choice. Mulder:
On what do you base that astute assessment? Eddie:
Experience. (leans forward)
You should live a little. Treat yourself. God knows I would, if I were you.
You said you loved him. Are you brave
enough to act
Most people have a full measure of life, and most people just watch it slowly drip away. But if you can summon it all up at one time, in one place, you can accomplish something... glorious.
We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please
, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials
and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone."
Well, I'm not gonna
leave you alone. I want you to get mad
I don't want you to protest, I don't want you to riot; I don't want you to write to your congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad!
You've got to say, "I'm a HUMAN BEING, GOD DAMN IT!
My life has VALUE!
So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!
Remember kid, there's heroes and there's legends. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Follow your heart kid, and you'll never go wrong.
Now, your father was captain of a Starship for 12 minutes. He saved 800 lives, including your mother's and yours. I dare you to do better.
: At least they're letting me do something
. Philips would have made me a lab rat. Peggy Carter
: And are those your only choices? Dancing Monkey or Lab Rat? You know you were meant for something greater.
Come on Quasi, snap out of it! Victor:
Your friends are down there! Quasimodo: It's all my fault. Laverne:
You gotta break these chains! Quasimodo:
I can't. I tried. What difference
would it make? Victor:
But you can't let Frollo win! Quasimodo:
He already has. Hugo:
So - you're giving up? That's it?! Laverne:
These chains aren't what's holding you back, Quasimodo- Quasi: Leave me alone! Hugo:
...Okay. Okay, Quasi. We'll leave you alone. Victor:
After all, we're only made out of stone. Laverne:
We just thought maybe you were made of something stronger. (The gargoyles turn back into stone. A moment passes. Then Quasi looks up, and the music changes...)
Up, Sluggard, and waste not life; in the grave will be sleeping enough.
Everybody want to be the one to strike the head of the tyrant, but not the one to hold the axe.
A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.
Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go.
Never say 'no' to adventures. Always say 'yes' otherwise you'll lead a very dull life.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.
Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.
A person who has not been completely alienated, who has remained sensitive and able to feel, who has not lost the sense of dignity, who is not yet "for sale", who can still suffer over the suffering of others, who has not acquired fully the having mode of existence - briefly, a person who has remained a person and not become a thing - cannot help feeling lonely, powerless, isolated in present-day society. He cannot help doubting himself and his own convictions, if not his sanity. He cannot help suffering, even though he can experience moments of joy and clarity that are absent in the life of his "normal" contemporaries. Not rarely will he suffer from neurosis that results from the situation of a sane man living in an insane society
, rather than that of the more conventional neurosis of a sick man trying to adapt himself to a sick society. In the process of going further in his analysis, i.e. of growing to greater independence and productivity, his neurotic symptoms will cure themselves.
Nobody can give you freedom. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you're a man, you take it.
So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on TV telling you how to do your shit, then YOU DESERVE IT.