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I'd say (sorry for bad words, quotes are to blame :) ):

 

 

"Out the motherf***in whip, b***h!", "Just cause I look fine I aint a b***h!", "Gravity a b***h, huh?", "You a professional moron, or just a gifted amateur?" - CJ

 

 

"This map ain't big enough for the two of us!", "Here is something you should've built; a not-dying machine" - Scout from TF

 

 

"Too slow, medicine woman!", "I was never on your side either! W*nka!", "You are inventing LOOOADS of new ways to get killed by me!", "Here's some advice. Next time... Shoot first." - Sniper from TF

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“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”  

“I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.”

 “One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”

 “The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”

 “It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.”

“What is right is not always popular and what is popular is not always right.”

And too many others.

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picked some random, dramatic ones here..

 

 

"It's not a reason to be depressed. It's a reason to be better."

 
-- Tabitha St. Germain 
 
 
 
“Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”
 
    — David Mitchell ; Cloud Atlas
 
 
 
“Walking down the street, you may bump into several women from all backgrounds who are abused and oppressed in their private life, and you wouldn't even know it.
 
The solution is not to focus on Muslim women only, but to campaign for women's freedoms everywhere all the time in all countries no matter how they look or dress.”
 
— AsAMuslim @ Imgur
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"I don't agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."

- Evelyn Beatrice Hall, summarizing Voltaire's opinion on free speech.

 

"Do not presume to test my power!"
"Awh, can't I presume a little?"

- Nerissa and Irma, W.I.T.C.H.

 

"You're a righteous fiend, aren't you?"
"Apparently I am..."
- Human Raziel to Wraith Raziel, Soul Reaver 2

 

"First your omniscience and now your power, you're slipping badly...The part of me that staff affected is no longer in its place, but you already knew that, didn't you Moebius? I always was considered heartless."

- Kain, Legacy of Kain: Defiance

 

"Isn't that a fire hazard?"
"No, it's a fun hazard."
Soos and Mabel, Gravity Falls

 

And finally, to end this:

"You're not a bad person. You're a terrific person. You're my favorite person, but every once in a while you can be a real cunt."

- Bill, Kill Bill Vol. 2

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"When we do right, nobody remembers. When we do wrong, nobody forgets." Hell's Angels slogan

"Far too many people have no idea what they can do because all they've been told is what they can't do." Zig Ziglar

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“There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.” - Anaïs Nin

 

"Life is problems.  Living is solving problems." - Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

 

"Real life sucks.  I'm going to go read a book..." - Anonymous

 

For that last one, just substitute "read a book" with "watch My Little Pony," and you've just summed up my life. :D

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"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."


 


Supposed to have been said by Confucius, but I'm not sure if that's true or not.


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"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?" - Ewan McGregor -Trainspotting

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Poetry, huh! My absolute favorite is "Walking Around" by Pablo Neruda, as translated by WS Merwin.

 

It happens that I am tired of being a man. 
It happens that I go into the tailor's shops and the movies 
all shriveled up, impenetrable, like a felt swan 
navigating on a water of origin and ash.

 

The smell of barber shops makes me sob out loud. 
I want nothing but the repose either of stone or of wool. 
I want to see no more establishments, no more gardens, 
nor merchandise, nor glasses, nor elevators.

 

It happens that I am tired of my feet and my nails 
and my hair and my shadow. 


It happens that I am tired of being a man.

 

Just the same it would be delicious 
to scare a notary with a cut lily 
or knock a nun stone dead with one blow of an ear. 
It would be beautiful 
to go through the streets with a green knife 
shouting until I died of cold.

 

I do not want to go on being a root in the dark, 
hesitating, stretched out, shivering with dreams, 
downwards, in the wet tripe of the earth, 
soaking it up and thinking, eating every day.

I do not want to be the inheritor of so many misfortunes. 
I do not want to continue as a root and as a tomb, 
as a solitary tunnel, as a cellar full of corpses, 
stiff with cold, dying with pain.

 

For this reason Monday burns like oil 
at the sight of me arriving with my jail-face, 
and it howls in passing like a wounded wheel, 
and its footsteps towards nightfall are filled with hot blood.

And it shoves me along to certain corners, to certain damp houses, 
to hospitals where the bones come out of the windows, 
to certain cobbler's shops smelling of vinegar, 
to streets horrendous as crevices.

 

There are birds the colour of sulphur, and horrible intestines 
hanging from the doors of the houses which I hate, 
there are forgotten sets of teeth in a coffee-pot, 
there are mirrors 
which should have wept with shame and horror, 
there are umbrellas all over the place, and poisons, and navels.

I stride along with calm, with eyes, with shoes, 
with fury, with forgetfuless, 
 

I pass, I cross offices and stores full of orthopedic appliances, 
and courtyards hung with clothes on wires, 
underpants, towels and shirts which weep 
slow dirty tears.

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