Best 104 of Batman quotes - MyQuotes
We must not remind them that giants walk the Earth.
Holy broken nose, Batman!
I’d suggest we go get milk shakes or something to celebrate, but this is kind of a scary neighborhood.” “Shadowhunters don’t worry about scary neighborhoods,” said Dru. “Have you learned nothing from the way Batman’s parents died?” said Kit, feigning shock. Ty smiled. And for the first time since Livvy had died, Dru laughed.
I couldn't stand boy companions," he [Jules Feiffer] wrote in his 1965 essay " The Great Comic Book Heroes. "Robin was my own age. One need only look at him to see he could fight better, swing from a rope better, play ball better, eat better and live better...He was obviously an A student, the center of every circle, the one picked for greatness in the crowd—God, how I hate him. You can imagine how please I was when, years later, I heard he was a fag.
Green Lantern: "What are your powers anyway? You can't fly." Batman: "No." Green Lantern: "Super-strength?" Batman: "No." Green Lantern: "Hold on a second... You're not just some guy in a bat costume, are you? Are you freaking kidding me?!
Maybe that's what Batman is about. Not winning. But failing, and getting back up. Knowing he'll fail, fail a thousand times, but still won't give up
No, she doesn't know it's me. I'm in disguise. Look, I know someone who does this with just a pair of glasses. And I have glasses AND a moustache.
Batman was human. He had no powers. He stood next to Gods and said, "I handle my city.
Most of the things that "everybody knows" are wrong. The rest are merely unreliable. Batman
Maybe they weren't a smart match but fate had matched them anyway; and someday in some future perhaps they would be matched again.
I'm not the hero of this story. I'm a man who's been corrupted by his own unbearable pain. I'm a man who has too much blood on his hands to be called good.
So I am not at all interested in this whole 'she-shed' thing, I love my 'man-cave' - after all, cave is much more sturdy than a shed and there is always a chance that it's the entrance to Batman's secret hideout.
[On the subject of Heath Ledger's Joker] This character who attracts psychotic henchmen may have lingering symptoms from his own past psychosis. He keeps making involuntary, repetitive movements—flicking his tongue, smacking his mouth—which suggest tardive dyskinesia, a condition that arises as a consequence of long-term or high-dosage use of antipsychotic (neuroleptic) medication.
Live bravely in the time you have and smile at the void.
Sympathy once more reveals its limits when faced with madness.
You wear your shame like a badge, because you don't have the balls to actually pin one on.
You listen to me. You try to tell her that she failed that man... And you're not welcome here anymore.
Do you know what body armor says about a guy? It says he needs body armor.
But doesn't add something to what has come before; but takes something away. At its most daring, it can feel like a Bat Turn, a 180-degree spin int the Batmobile. Make that a But Turn.
How was it they had cut to Hollywood Boulevard for a fluff piece and ended up with Gangs of New-Fucking-York?! Bonnie looked to her co-Anchor. He was wearing a good mouth for cooling soup.
Puedes tener justicia o puedes tener venganza. Pero no ambas cosas.
One way or another we’re taking your bank. All you have to do is decide the level of persuasion we need to apply.
What can you do with a character who responds to everything by either punching it or deploying Bat Anti-thing Spray. . . then punching it?
Sometimes people identified too strongly with the famous—it was one of the prices of notoriety, especially when so many considered you to be a hero. Batman sometimes filled much too large a hole in people’s lives.
Harvey. Grundy. Myself. Each of us lost pieces of our lives......and hid what was left in the dark, is this what I want for myself? A world that exists only in darkness?
Who are you?" Aru grinned. This was the moment she had been waiting for all her life. In school, the teachers always asked instead: What's you name? Now, finally, she could say her dream response to Who are you? "Your worst nightmare," she said in a deep Batman voice.
I'm not Barbara Gordon. I have to keep remembering that. Tonight, I'm not Barbara. Tonight, I'm not the Police Commissioner's daughter. Tonight, I'm the one who pored over the details of the confidential police and reports when her dad wasn't looking. I'm the one who recognized the vintage costumes you wear. Tonight? Tonight, I'm Batgirl.
Fear clears the mind. Panic clouds it.
Non tutti possono essere batman, ma batman può nascondersi dentro ognuno di noi.
I know there's something about me you want. I can tell. You go all rigid when I'm around." "Let's do it. Right now. Take off the masks. No Secret." "What is your relationship to the Falcone crime organization?" "Happy Valentine's Day. Your Loss.
But the real joy he feels doesn't come in the guise of Bruce the billionaire playboy. It comes as Batman - when he does what he was meant to do. When he follows his purpose.
I want you to remember, Clark. In all the years to come, in your most private moments, I want you to remember, my hand, at your throat, I want you to remember, the one man who beat you.
There’s a scream that can’t be silenced.It’s rising, growing louder and louder. It’s the scream of a child abandoned, suddenly long ago. As the scream echoed then in that alley, it echoes now in my mind. It penetrates all the dark places. It slams into the loss, bounces against the regret.. and the pain.
They stood either side of him like haunting little genetic bookends. The one thing he’ll leave behind, two kids who called another man for help with their homework.
Most of us are like those Russian nesting dolls, presenting a slightly different visage to the world depending on which world we're dealing with at the time. The outermost doll isn't a lie; mine still offers part of who I am, but it's not all of who I am. As I get closer to people, the nesting dolls open and the masks change. But it's a rare person whom I allow to see what's at my core: my innermost thoughts and fears, my dreams and desires, my pettiness and peevishness.
Gotham may have lost its king and queen, Bruce, but it could still have its prince
Holy Adam West!
Perhaps the suspicions stemmed from the distinct lack of women in Batman’s world. True, he crafted his Bruce Wayne alter ego to be an idle playboy, which meant there were a lot of beautiful women in his life. But, the most important female figure in his world seemed only to be his sainted, slain mother, to whose memory, along with that of his late father, Bruce swore to uphold justice and thwart evil. Bruce and Batman might have had romances with girls like debutante Julie Madison or reporter Vicki Vale, but showed neither any true affection. The one female who generated the most heat with Batman was the seductive, whip-wielding jewel thief Catwoman. Of course, since she was on the wrong side of the law, any chance of a romance with Batman was immediately crushed. (...) Batman’s sexy foe Catwoman was deemed too racy for the new world of the Comics Code. She was gone by 1954.
I've already got the storm figured out. Some idiot blew up the sun. Some dumb Russian general pushed the wrong button and launched one of their million missiles, or maybe NASA misaimed one of our test rockets. Either way, the sun is gone and we're now engaged in a nuclear shootout. It's the end of everything. Batman and Superman aren't coming and James Bond doesn't have a trick up his sleeve to save us this time. In a week or a month, we'll all freeze to death, just like in that Twilight Zone episode where the pretty lady is burning up with fever, dreaming the sun is baking the world dry, when really the Earth has dropped out of orbit, is hurtling further and further away from the sun, rapidly turning into a big ball of ice.
Dan: 'Ah, well, I hope this didn't have anything to do with me.' Ellen: 'No, not unless you played Cat Woman in Batman.
And yes, it all might end at any moment for any of us, in violence or not, but what matters is what we do before that. The lives we lead.
Look into his eyes and tell yourself he's just a man. Tell yourself he can't know the things he says he does. He can't know your fears. But he has Alfred. He has your friend. And his eyes... you have studied the human eye. There are six eye movements that reveal motive, then fifteen variations of each one. On everyone else you face - even the most hardened criminals - the pupils contract or expand depending on emotion. Happiness, laughter, affection. The pupils open. Fear, anger, hatred, the pupils close. But not his. His pupils stay fixed, tiny points of blackness, the eyes of someone who hates everything, everyone. Eyes that let in no light, that see through the darkness, stare into you, each pupil a tiny black pearl fixed in space. A bullet coming at you. Eyes that say he's more than a man, eyes that say he knows you. No... you know what he is. Tell yourself the truth. He's just a man who fell in a vat of chemical waste. He's just a man... like you, made of bone and tissue and blood.
We all look for meaning behind the tragedies that befall us. And sometimes the meaning is there. But sometimes, Master Bruce, terrible things just happen. No sinister plots. No secret societies. They just happen.
The antidote to joy is dread.
Batman: What do you think Alfred? Alfred: I think you're a bad driver. Batman: I've got Lucius looking into another car- Alfred: Well you're going to need one if you actually want to catch these blokes. Tea's on the table behind you.
You don't get it boy... this isn't a mudhole... its an operating table. (KRAKKKKK) And I'm the surgeon.
AH AH AH, sai, è buffo, questa situazione. Mi ricorda una barzeletta. Vedi, ci sono questi due tizi in un manicomio ... e una notte, una notte, decidono che sono stanchi di vivere in un manicomio. Decidono che cercheranno di fuggire! Così, salgono sul tetto e, dall'altra parte, vedono i palazzi della città distendersi alla luce della luna... verso la libertà. Il primo salta sul tetto vicino senza alcun problema. Ma il suo amico non osa compiere il balzo perché... perché ha paura di cadere. Allora il primo ha un idea... e dice"ehi, ho preso la torcia elettrica con me! Illuminerò lo spazio tra i due edifici. Così mi raggiungerai camminando sul raggio di luce."M-ma il secondo scuote la testa. E d-dice... dice "co-cosa credi? Che sia pazzo? Quando sarò a metà strada la spegnerai!"[Joker]
There were no more heroes. Kennedy was dead, shot by an assassin in Dallas. Batman and Robin were dead... Superman was missing...
It's all up to you, kid. The dinosaurs are dying out. Become a Bird...
Madness is like gravity, all it takes is a little push.- The Joker