Best 113 quotes in «superheroes quotes» category

Prison... it changes you. I'm not the same man I was before going on the inside. I can't go back. I won't." "You were in prison less than twenty-minutes.

Remember Ping-fa, Sun Tzu,’ Art of War—read between the lines: kick ass and take names later.” Mad Stargirl

She's not trying to make Radiasure, Fi. Allie is trying to cure mutations.

She is my superhero, that kind of a superhero whom you’ll never watch in movies or read about in novels and fairytales. Her heart is her forever superpower, no matter how many times it has been shattered still it can love and give endlessly. She walks with so much pride as if she has never fallen for thousands times , and she brightens up my world each morning as if she hasn’t been crying her heart out all night before she sleeps, and if this can’t be so much admirable then I don’t know what’s worth admiring anymore …

Sometimes, the only difference between a superhero and a supervillain is a malpractice suit.

So we can’t start a fire. We can’t fly. We can’t create a force field. We are the most bullshit superheroes.

Stand for love. Social justice is everyone’s responsibility.

Suddenly, Blaze appears, alone. “She’s in the middle of something really important. What do I tell her?” Jen groans. “Tell her she gets to hack into the CIA’s system. She won’t be able to pass that up.

Sure we do," said Theo, swatting at a branch. "We get to the spring, Alia gets cured. We argue over the best choice for our We Saved The World victory dance." "I do enjoy your optimism," said Diana. "And I admire your ability to lift a car over your head without breaking a sweat and look fine as hell doing it," said Theo with a bow.

That's what you get when a bunch of fucks in tights try to save the goddamn day.

The boulevard was awash with the curious and the shocked as wave after wave of tourist crashed into the unmoving masses of families who had just witnessed a brawl between The Incredible Hulk and SpongeBob Squarepants over territory, boundaries and the age old issue of ownership.

The collective ability of that pair to deny the most natural and laudable instincts a being may possess, and insist instead that nocturnal marauding makes them immune from the yearnings of ordinary unmasked humanity—some days, one is truly moved to throttle them.

The disciplines of physical exercise, meditation and study aren't terribly esoteric. The means to attain a capability far beyond that of the so-called ordinary person are within the reach of everyone, if their desire and their will are strong enough. I have studied science, art, religion and a hundred different philosophies. Anyone could do as much. By applying what you learn and ordering your thoughts in an intelligent manner it is possible to accomplish almost anything. Possible for an 'ordinary person.' There's a notion I'd like to see buried: the ordinary person. Ridiculous. There is no ordinary person.

There'd be no point trynna blackmail a bloke everyone already knows is a cunt, would there?

Tenacity runs thick in the veins of a villain.

The moment Quan crossed a line with me, I'd have to shut him down, but either he hadn't crossed one yet or my lines weren't where I thought they were.

There’s a head inside the ball?” Surefire turned a shade paler along the edges of her face paint. “It is good,” Coatl responded. “Makes the ball lighter, bounce farther.” “You always want to get a head in the game,” Raven added.

There's no rule that says you have to be a prodigy to be a hero," she insisted. "If people wanted to stand up for themselves or protect their loved ones or do what they believe in their hearts is the right thing to do, then they would do it. If they wanted to be heroic, they would find ways to be heroic, even without supernatural powers.

Society likes to rest on its laurels. I believe those laurels should be thorny and never be comfortable. Society needs to face the ugly fact that it screws up many times. Only follow orders and disorder only follows.

The modern world did have a few advantages. Nice threads. Juicy steaks. Little black dresses...

There are two types of people on planet Earth, Batman and Iron Man. Batman has a secret identity, right? So Bruce Wayne has to walk around every second of every day knowing that if somebody finds out his secret, his family is dead, his friends are dead, everyone he loves gets tortured to death by costumed supervillains. And he has to live with the weight of that secret every day. But not Tony Stark, he's open about who he is. He tells the world he's Iron Man, he doesn't give a shit. He doesn't have that shadow hanging over him, he doesn't have to spend energy building up those walls of lies around himself. You're one or the other - either you're one of those people who has to hide your real self because it would ruin you if it came out, because of your secret fetishes or addictions or crimes, or you're not one of those people. And the two groups aren't even living in the same universe.

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.

These superhero and mythical stories have, in many cases, replaced Biblical stories as vehicles for communal myths, but they are hardly any better than ancient magical adventures tinged with mythical archetypes and the decidedly unnuanced black-and-white struggle between good and evil.

The situation has gone so far past the point of insanity it's come around and become mundane again.

TimeTrap raised her head and looked pointedly at St. John. “It was a dimensional portal, silly. Duh.

There may come times that you will regret not just dying when you had a chance.

VILLAIN. By Omrane Khuder. Staggering, tripping, stumbling down the tightrope, hastening to be set free. Yearning to be protected by the Superhero, before the Villain’s revulsion ingests me. Misplacing my footing on the tightrope, hands sweltering as the rope is pulled away. Glancing down at the fire below me, the chuckling Villain has won today. Little did I know, it was He setting me free. Little did I know, the tightrope was me.

Typical Xochi, leaving out important, death-related details.

Wait," Honey said to herself, as she realized something amazing. "I’m already an excellent flyer. Maybe I can fight crime too.

Wait a minute, even I've hearda him. He died savin' the entire universe. Choked on cum...

We were taught to be good, and we were taught to be careful. But in this world, sometimes, I do not think we can be the two at once.

We both know the world would be better off without heroes. Without villains. Without any of us, getting in the way of normal, happy people and their normal, happy lives.

We must be careful with our words – we’re like superheroes and words are like our super powers. Super powers should always be used to help others…

What IS it about this town? I never thought I’d long for the good old days of Nazi robots and dragons.

Think crazily, even if others laugh at you. Act bravely, even if you are all alone.

Well if I ever stick a cape on an' start usin' ordinary human bein's to wipe me arse with, you'll know you were right to worry, won't you?

When you say fair, Samantha,” said Mr Green through a peculiar smile, “do you mean one of those travelling fleets of vehicles that arrive and set up things like spinning Waltzers and Big Wheels and all manner of machines that whizz people around in circles and up and down and from side to side? Machines that could...” Mr Green turned away and his unnatural smile became even more unsettling... “easily go wrong!

Who tells those stories? Tales of vengeful goddesses who wager in human lives for vanity's sake? Of course men believed a woman's power must lie in the fineness of her features, the shapeliness of her limbs. You know better, Daughter of Earth. Helen's blood carried in it war, and in her seventeenth year, those powers reached their peak. So it was with every Warbringer. So it will be will Alia.

Who tells those stories? Tales of vengeful goddesses who wager in human lives for vanity's sake? Of course men believed a wonam's power must lie in the fineness of her features, the shapeliness of her limbs. You know better, Daughter of Earth. Helen's blood carried in it war, and in her seventeenth year, those powers reached their peak. So it was with every Warbringer. So it will be will Alia.

Wonder Woman didn't begin in 1941 when William Moulton Marston turned in his first script to Sheldon Mayer. Wonder Woman began on a winter day in 1904 when Margaret Sanger dug Olive Byrne out of a snowbank.

You cannot make this kind of decision," he said. "Go off with someone you barely know. You're seventeen." "And you're the guy who got drunk on eggnog last Christmas and danced to 'Turn The Beat Around' in Aunt Rachel's wig, so stop acting like you're in charge." "We agreed not to mention that ever again," Jason whispered furiously.

[W]hat people truly desire is access to the knowledge and information that ultimately lead to a better life--the collected wisdom of the ages found only in one place: a well-stocked library. To the teachers and librarians and everyone on the frontlines of bringing literature to young people: I know you have days when your work seems humdrum, or unappreciated, or embattled, and I hope on those days you will take a few moments to reflect with pride on the importance of the work you do. For it is indeed of enormous importance--the job of safeguarding and sharing the world's wisdom. All of you are engaged in the vital task of providing the next generation with the tools they will need to save the world. The ability to read and access information isn't just a power--it's a superpower. Which means that you aren't just heroes--you're superheroes. I believe that with all my heart.

You are not too small. No one is ever too small to offer help.

You will need to verify your identity with a sacrifice." "Didn't you ever hear of retina scans? Maybe fingerprints? Something less invasive?

Antarctica. You know, that giant continent at the bottom of the earth that’s ruled by penguins and seals.

You're all here. Mixed in a bit with some of my cells. May have to redefine our relationship after this.

A brick and a blanket are the perfect symbols for the superhero Captain Dense.

A revolutionary war of freedom, he said” Hiawatha responded crisply, “and I agree… does Superman ever fly to Thailand and free the kids slaving in the sweat shops owned by the rich corporations? No, he doesn’t. Does Batman ever break into prison and free the wrongfully convicted and over sentenced black man whose rights were trampled on when he was incarcerated? No, he doesn’t. Does Spider man ever break into a house in suburbia and beat up the abusive and violent husband? No, he doesn’t.” “Do the Fantastic Four ever fly out to third world countries and defend the rights of the poor civilians against greedy American corporations? No, they don’t,” said the Pirate, not to be outdone. “They’re all just tools used by the state to maintain the status quo,” said Hiawatha.

Yeah. I was grinning. Running my tongue over my teeth, I felt the familiar jab of fangs. Shifting wasn't in my plans for the day, but it was hard to stop a little cat from slipping through when I was having such a good time listening to Angel eviscerate kids.

Al apuntarme había puesto el seguro. Si aquello no era amor verdadero, no sé qué lo es.