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Follow the one, evil masked in pride
Charisma to lead, speeches laced with hate
Leading the dense, the bovine human herd
Inherently stupid, the fools deserve this fate

Warfare begins, cities are ablaze
Tortured screams, skin turning black
Carbonization, they will all burn
Mass execution, they will all die

Burning the world and all of it's life
Throwing all the people in a pit of fire
Watching the sheep gathering to die
Followers in life, follow to the grave

Pile the bodies, set them aflame
The human race sentenced to burn

Burning flesh, Miasma of their death
Civilisation, it is destroyed
Pits of corpses, unholy grave of war
Hanging victims, guilty of free thought

Warfare begins, cities are ablaze
Tortured screams, skin turning black
Carbonization, they will all burn
Mass execution, they will all die

Pile the bodies, set them aflame
The human race sentenced to burn

War of fire shred their souls
Burn in hell, doomsday's toll
Failed to see the trap they laid
Demagogues lead them into the flames

Don't wanna be sly and defile you
Desecrate my mind and rely on you
I just wanna break this crown
But it's hard when I'm so run down

And you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal
Got to bring myself back from the dead

Sometimes I hate the life I made
Everything's wrong every time
Pushing on, I can't escape
Everything that comes my way
Is haunting me, taking its sweet time

Holding on, I'm lost in a haze
Fighting life to the end of my days

Don't wanna be rude but I have to
Nothing's good about the hell you put me through
I just need to look around
See that life that has come unbound

And you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal
Got to bring myself back from the dead

Sometimes I hate the life I made
Everything's wrong every time
Pushing on, I can't escape
Everything that comes my way
Is haunting me, taking its sweet time


Bateman: There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me. Only an entity. Something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

***


Bateman: I have all the characteristics of a human being: flesh, blood, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

***


McDermott:
If they have a good personality and they're not great looking... then who fucking cares?
Bateman: Well, let's just say hypothetically, OK? What if they have a good personality? I know, I know. There are no girls with good personalities.
Van Patten: A good personality consists of a chick with a little hard body, who will satisfy all sexual demands without being too slutty about things, and who will essentially keep her dumb fucking mouth shut.
McDermott: The only girls with good personalities who are smart or maybe funny or halfway intelligent or talented, though god knows what the fuck that means, are ugly chicks.
Van Patten: Absolutely.
McDermott: And this is because they have to make up for how fucking unattractive they are.
Bateman: Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?
Van Patten: Ed Gein? Maitre d' at Canal Bar?
Bateman: No, serial killer, Wisconsin, in the 50s.
McDermott: And what did Ed say?
Bateman: He said: "When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her, be real nice and sweet and treat her right."
McDermott: And what did the other part of him think?
Bateman: What her head would look like on a stick.

***


Bateman: Howard! It's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I think you should know I've killed a lot of people. Some escort girls in an apartment uptown... uh... some homeless people maybe five or ten. Uh... an NYU girl I met in Central Park, I left her at a parking lot behind some donut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun and... some man, some old faggot with a dog. Last week I killed another girl... with a chainsaw... I had to. She almost got away. And... someone else there I can't remember, maybe a model, but she's dead, too. And, uh- PAUL ALLEN! I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face! His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen! I don't want to leave anything out here — I guess I've killed maybe... 20 people... maybe 40! Uh, I have uh... tapes of a lot of it. Some of the girls have seen the tapes — I even, um... I ate some of their brains and I tried to cook a little. Tonight, I uh, just had to kill a lot of people! And I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it... this time. So, uh... I mean... I guess I'm a pretty, sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry's Bar. So, you know, keep your eyes open. Okay.

***


Bateman:
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis. My punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant... nothing.


American Psycho (2000)


I'm not part of your elite
I'm just alright
Class structure's waving colors
Bleeding from my throat
Not subserviant to you, I'm just alright
Down classed by the powers that be
Give me loss of hope

Cast out... buried in a hole
Struck down... forcing me to fall
Destroyed... giving up the fight
Well, I know I'm not alright

What's my price and will you pay it if it's alright?
Take it from my dignity
Waste it until it's dead
Throw me back into the gutter
'Cause it's alright
Find another pleasure fucker
Drag them down to hell

Cast out... buried in a hole
Struck down... forcing me to fall
Destroyed... giving up the fight
Well, I know I'm not alright


Mathilda: You love your plant, don't you?
Léon: It's my best friend. Always happy. No questions. It's like me, you see? No roots.
Mathilda: If you really love it, you should plant it in the middle of a park so it can have roots.
Léon: Yeah.
Mathilda: I'm the one you should be watering if you want me to grow.

***

Mathilda: Léon, I think I'm kinda falling in love with you. It's the first time for me, you know?
Léon: How do you know it's love if you've never been in love before?
Mathilda: 'Cause I feel it.
Léon: Where?
Mathilda: In my stomach. It's all warm. I always had a knot there, and now it's gone.

***

Mathilda: I'm not going. I won't go. I won't go.
Léon: Listen to me. We have no chance together. But if I'm alone, I can do it. Trust me. I'm in good shape. I've got a lot of money with Tony. We'll take it and leave together. Just the two of us. Okay? Go.
Mathilda: No. You're saying that so I won't worry. I don't wanna lose you.
Léon: You're not gonna lose me, Mathilda. You've given me a taste for life. I wanna be happy. Sleep in a bed. Have roots.

Léon: The Professional (1994)

Lester: It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about.

***

Brad: [Reading Lester's job description] "My job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in charge, and, at least once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble Hell." Well, you have absolutely no interest in saving yourself.
Lester: Brad, for 14 years I've been a whore for the advertising industry. The only way I could save myself now is if I start firebombing.
Brad: Whatever. Management wants you gone by the end of the day.
Lester: Well, just what sort of severance package is management prepared to offer me? Considering the information I have about our Editorial Director buying pussy with company money, which I think would interest the I.R.S., since it technically constitutes fraud, and I'm sure that some of our advertisers and rival publications might like to know about it as well. Not to mention, Craig's wife!
Brad: What do you want?
Lester: One year's salary, with benefits.
Brad: That's not going to happen.
Lester: Well, what do you say I throw in a little sexual harassment charge, to boot?
Brad: Against who?
Lester: Against YOU. Can you prove that you didn't offer to save my job if I let you blow me?
Brad: Man, you are one twisted fuck.
Lester: Nope. I'm just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose.

***

Carolyn: Your father and I were just discussing his day at work. Why don't you tell our daughter about it, honey?
Lester: Janie, today I quit my job, and then I told my boss to go fuck himself, and then I blackmailed him for almost sixty thousand dollars.
Carolyn: Your father seems to think this kind of behavior is something to be proud of.
Lester: And your mother seems to prefer I go through life like a fucking prisoner while she keeps my dick in a Mason jar under the sink.
Carolyn: How dare you speak to me that way in front of her. And I marvel that you can be so contemptuous of me, on the same day that you lose your job.
Lester: I didn't lose it. It's not like, "Whoops! Where'd my job go?" I quit!

***

Angela: I hope you don't mind if I play the stereo.
Lester: Not at all. Bad night?
Angela: Not really bad, just... strange.
Lester: Believe me, it couldn't possibly be any stranger than mine.
Angela: Jane and I had a fight. It was about you. She's mad at me because I said I think you're sexy.
Lester: Do you want a sip?
Angela: Sure.
Lester: So, are you gonna tell me? What do you want?
Angela: I don't know.
Lester: You... don't know.
Angela: What do you want?
Lester: Are you kidding? I want you. I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Angela: You don't think I'm ordinary?
Lester: You couldn't be ordinary if you tried.
Angela: Thank you. I don't think there's anything worse than being ordinary.

***

Lester: I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain, and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry. You will someday.

American Beauty (1999)


Humbert Humbert: A normal man given a group photograph of schoolgirls and asked to point out the loveliest one will not necessarily choose the nymphet among them. You have to be an artist, a madman, full of shame and melancholy and despair in order to recognize the little deadly demon among the others. She stands unrecognized by them, unconscious herself of her fantastic power.


Lolita (1997)


Walter White: Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see? Do you know how much I make a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it. Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop going in to work? A business big enough that it could be listed on the NASDAQ goes belly-up, disappears. It ceases to exist without me. No. You clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot, and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks.


Breaking Bad S04E06