Attack Of The Clones Anakin Quotes

Sometimes you must let go of your pride and do what is asked of us. Anakin Skywalker, Episode 2: Attack of the Clones

You are in my very soul, tormenting me," Anakin went on, not a bit of falseness in his tone.

understood that he had said that only for her benefit, and that made it all the more special. She didn’t resist anymore as Owen began to lead her along again, back to the humble abode of Cliegg Lars, her husband, Owen’s father. She had done the right thing concerning her son, Shmi told herself with every step. They had been slaves, with no prospects of finding their freedom other than the offer of the Jedi. How could she have kept Anakin here on Tatooine, when Jedi Knights were promising

Fear attracts the fearful,” Anakin told him. “He was trying to overcome his fear by squashing you.” The alien stared at him in astonishment. “Be less afraid,” Anakin finished. The tall man gave him a sharp look. Padmé smiled and said, “And that works for you?” “To a point,” Anakin said, returning her smile.

Then, as if he knew what Obi-Wan had been thinking, he added, “Anakin Skywalker, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi.” “Pleased to meet you,” the boy said politely. As he turned to shake hands, he looked straight at Obi-Wan for the first time. His eyes widened. “Wow! You’re a Jedi, too?

I have said it many times: You are the most gifted Jedi I have ever met.” Anakin felt a shiver of pleasure at the compliment. It meant even more, coming from the Chancellor. He’s not even a Jedi, and he can see I have talent! “Thank you, your Excellency,” he said. Palpatine smiled, as if he knew how good his praise made Anakin feel. “I see you becoming the greatest of all the Jedi, Anakin. Even more powerful than Master Yoda.

As the gunship rose and headed for the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan frowned. Never before had he heard the other Jedi Masters state their opinion of Anakin so plainly. And he couldn’t keep from wondering… How can Anakin trust us, if we don’t trust him?

Obi-Wan laughed. “Good-bye, old friend. May the Force be with you.” “May the Force be with you,” Anakin echoed. His voice was serious—almost somber. As Obi-Wan walked toward the waiting starcruiser, uneasiness struck him. This is just an ordinary mission, he told himself. I’ll be back in a week or two. If something’s bothering Anakin, we can talk about it then. But for some reason, he felt as if he’d said good-bye to his best friend and former apprentice for the last time.

I heard about your appointment, Anakin,” she said. “I’m so proud of you.” To her surprise, his expression darkened. “I may be on the Council,” he said angrily, “but they refused to accept me as a Jedi Master.

Chancellor Palpatine, whose Sith name was Darth Sidious, looked calmly at the angry young Jedi with the glowing lightsaber. This was the point toward which all his plots and plans had been heading for many years. “Yes, I am a Sith Lord,” he told Anakin.

Chancellor Palpatine broke the silence at last. “Anakin, this afternoon the Senate is going to call on me to take direct control of the Jedi Council.” Anakin’s eyes widened. Obi-Wan had said that the Chancellor would be given new powers, but Anakin hadn’t expected anything like this. “The Jedi will no longer report to the Senate?” he asked, not entirely believing it.

General Grievous is an even more reckless driver than Anakin, Obi-Wan observed as his lizard raced through the tunnel city after the general’s wheel scooter.

Palpatine smiled and gestured. Anakin knelt before him, and the words came—the words he had used to pledge to the Jedi, but changed, as he had changed. “I pledge myself to your care,” he said. “To the ways of the Sith.” “Anakin Skywalker, you are one with the Order of the Sith Lords,” Palpatine replied. “Henceforth, you shall be known as…Darth Vader.” “Thank you, my Master.

Here, in Anakin’s presence, he could feel what the hologram couldn’t show him: the roiling cloud of the dark side that surrounded his former apprentice. It made the coming duty a little—a very little—easier.

You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you.

As the twin suns began to set, Obi-Wan rode into the Tatooine desert. In his pack, he carried Anakin’s lightsaber. He would keep it, through the long, lonely exile, as a memento and a reminder—until the future day when he could give it to Anakin’s son, Luke Skywalker.

Shmi tried to smile at him. She whispered, “I love…” and went horribly, finally still. Anakin stared at her numbly. After a moment, he reached over and closed her eyes. The Tusken Raiders did this. Animals, Cliegg called them—they’re worse than animals. They’re…they’re…vicious, mind less, murdering things. I’ll show them! I’ll get them all! Oh, Mom.

The crowd roared, and Obi-Wan looked up. A small cart was pulling into the arena, and when he saw its passengers, Obi-Wan sighed and closed his eyes momentarily. I knew Anakin was going to do something else harebrained, I just knew it.

I was beginning to wonder if you’d gotten my message,” Obi-Wan said as the guards started out of the arena. “I retransmitted it just as you requested, Master,” Anakin said earnestly. His neck muscles twitched, as if he was trying not to look at Padmé. “Then we decided to come and rescue you.” Obi-Wan glanced up at his chained hands. “Good job!

That’s brave of you, boy,” Dooku said calmly. “But foolish. I would have thought you’d learned your lesson.” “I’m a slow learner,” Anakin said, and charged.