You showed me that being a hero isn’t just for people who can fly or shoot lasers out of their hands: it’s for anyone who’s brave enough to do what’s right, no matter the cost.
Fear is an illness. If you catch it and you leave it untreated, it can consume you.
Power, real power, doesn’t come to those who were born strongest, or fastest, or smartest. No. It comes to those who will do anything to achieve it.
You don’t trust people because they are trustworthy. You do it because you have nothing else to rely on.
Symbols are nothing without the women and men that give them meaning.
That’s what makes our parents loom so large in our heads, I think. They’re a million things to us all at once. And even after they’re long gone, we’re stuck with them. Can’t help it. They’re inside of us.
You shouldn’t ever give someone the power to humiliate you. You’re great. Just the way you are.
Anyone can save the world with their speed, with their might, but it takes a real hero, a once-in-a-lifetime hero, to do it with his heart.
No one ever dreams about the problems, but every life has them. Even the extraordinary ones.
What is grief, if not love persevering?
Heroes are not born, they’re forged in darkness. Shaped in battle. Defined by sacrifice.
Humankind has a long history of despising and fearing those who are different. Nobody chooses how they’re born. And yet the unsighted persecute the sighted. If one day the sighted outnumber the unsighted again, the roles will reverse. It is one of the many ways in which we all are very much the same.
If the devil can be redeemed, then anyone can.
A lot of people believe that there is only one great love in life. But what they don’t realize is that you can live multiple lives.
He’s fine. That’s it. Nothing wrong with that, most people are fine. But it’s not about him. It’s about why the f*** you think he deserves you. You deserve someone who makes you feel like you’ve been struck by f***ing lightning. Don’t you dare settle for fine.
Love is a dagger. It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It’s beautiful. Until it makes you bleed.
If we can see past the fear, we find out what really matters. And we learn that sometimes, the things that set us apart can also bring us together. Because family is what we make it. Each one of us. Together.
Why does healing have to be the only goal? Why can’t we be as furious as we feel? Don’t we have that right?
Doing something great is overrated. Because then people expect that from you all the time. What they don’t realize is you’re just as screwed up as they are.
It’s ironic. Clones wanted names instead of numbers, yet now people are signing up to be given numbers.
Waiting is only painful when you’re not doing anything else.
If you’re gonna lead the life of an adventurer, you might wanna keep a journal. Write down everything you ever do, even the silly stuff that you think is forgettable. Because when the adventures are over, that’s all you’re left with: good friends and happy memories.
Saints become martyrs before they get to be heroes.
Everyone has to die eventually. What matters are the choices you make while you’re alive.
You don’t have to be the greatest Omni-Man ever. You just have to be the greatest you.
The thing about civilization is, it keeps you civil. Get rid of one, you can’t count on the other.
Sometimes you have to let the story tell itself.
Everyone can change their nature, Morty. It’s what defines our species. Look at Iron Man. That actor was an animal in the ’90s, literally waking up in bushes. His agent had to catch him with a butterfly net.
Grief carves a place in the heart and sits there forever. But when focused, it can be a powerful motivator. Sadness becomes resolve and pain becomes action.
People say this is the age of technology. They’re wrong. This is the age of manipulation.
People are so consumed with the idea that money buys freedom that they can’t demand better of the powerful or themselves. As soon as they gain some power of their own, they forget about better and just want to be rich.
There is no time. There is no death. Life is a dream. It’s a wish. Made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity.
Writing is where I go to be honest about how I feel. Sometimes it’s really the only way for me to know what it is that I’m feeling.
If there is ever, even for a fleeting moment, a tiny voice in your head, and that tiny voice is telling you, “I deserve better”, listen to her. That’s your partner. That’s your real, true love. And if you betray her long enough, you will lose her.
You know what’s cool about losing your life? You get to build a new one.
