William Wallace: Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you’ll live… at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin’ to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take… OUR FREEDOM!
William Wallace: There’s a difference between us. You
think the people of this country exist to provide you with position. I think your position exists to provide those people with freedom. And I go to make sure that they have it.
William Wallace: Every man dies, not every man truly lives.
Young William: I can fight.
Malcolm Wallace: I know. I know you can fight. But it’s our wits that make us men
Luke Skywalker: Is the dark side stronger?
Ben “Obi-Wan” Kenobi: Luke, don’t give in to hate! That leads to the Dark Side!
Yoda:Strong is Vader. Mind what you have learned. Save you it can.
Yoda: Remember, a Jedi’s strength flows from the Force. But beware. Anger, fear, aggression. The dark side are they. Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny.
The Last Samurai: Emperor Meiji: [Referring to Katsumoto] Tell me how he died.
Algren: [Referring to Katsumoto] I will tell you how he lived.
Dr. Brand: Love isn’t something that we invented. It’s observable. Powerful. It has to mean something. Maybe it means something more, something we can’t yet understand. Maybe it’s some evidence, some artifact of a higher dimension that we can’t consciously perceive. Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.” Maybe we should trust that, even if we can’t yet understand it.
Murph: Nobody believed me, but I knew you’d come back.
Murph:…Because my dad promised me.
Flint Sky: Those people in the forest, what do you see
Jaguar Paw: I do not understand.
Flint Sky: Fear. Deep rotting fear. They were infected by it. Did you see? Fear is a sickness. It will crawl into the soul of anyone who engages it. It has tainted your peace already. I did not raise you to see you live with fear. Strike it from your heart. Do not bring it into our village.
Morpheus: Neo, sooner or later you’re going to realize just as I did that there’s a difference between knowing the path and walking the path.
Neo: Because I don’t like the idea that I’m not in control of my life.
Morpheus: I know *exactly* what you mean. Let me tell you why you’re here. You’re here because you know something. What you know you can’t explain, but you feel it. You’ve felt it your entire life, that there’s something wrong with the world. You don’t know what it is, but it’s there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I’m talking about?
Neo: The Matrix.
Morpheus: Do you want to know what it is?
Morpheus: The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work… when you go to church… when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.
Morpheus: You have to let it all go, Neo. Fear, doubt, and disbelief. Free your mind.
Morpheus: I’m trying to free your mind, Neo. But I can only show you the door. You’re the one that has to walk through it.
Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo, besides the will of evil.
Gandalf: There is one Lord of the Ring, only one who can bend it to his will. And he does not share power.
Frodo: It is useless to meet revenge with revenge: it will heal nothing
Carry You by Novo Amor
Torn down, full of aching
Somehow our youth would take the blame
Worn out, the way we let it stay
Taught how to celebrate it
All out, I’d replicate your pain
Climb down, if only for a taste
Hallowed, but hesitated
Shallow, but full in all your veins
Shadowed by every other weight
Hollow, a doubt can make it
Borrowed a love that never came
Followed in every other shade
Let it lead your love away
I never strayed
Let it bury you away
In all your blame, in all your pain
I will carry you always
Fade me away, I won’t ever be the same…
Freysa: Dying for the right cause. It’s the most human thing we can do.
Good Will Hunting:
Sean McGuire: I ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? “Once more into the breach,dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap… and watch him gasp his last breath lookin’ to you for help. If I asked you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet, but you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin’ like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything.Through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleepin’ sittin’ up in a hospital room… for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes… that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.
Charles Morse : Yeah, see, they die of shame. “What did I do wrong? How could I have gotten myself into this?” And so they sit there and they… die. Because they didn’t do the one thing that would save their lives.
Robert Green : And what is that, Charles?
Charles Morse : Thinking.
Charles Morse : What one man can do, another can do.
John Keating: We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.