Banger Quotes

Damn Banger Voodoo.

The Joker: I just did what I do best. I took your little plan and I turned it on itself. Look what I did to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. Hmmm? You know... You know what I've noticed? Nobody panics when things go "according to plan." Even if the plan is horrifying! If, tomorrow, I tell the press that, like, a gang banger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it's all "part of the plan". But when I say that one little old mayor will die, well then everyone loses their minds. Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair!

If you looked inside his brain at this moment you’d see all the little synapses, Catherine wheels and penny bangers and skyrockets, all firing off into space in some sparkling display of gathering momentum. I don’t want to look into his brain. Looking into his eyes is bad enough.

no man with any sense should marry the girl to whom he loses his virginity. It’s like learning to drive in some clapped-out old banger and then holding on to it for the rest of your life when you’ve developed the skill to handle a BMW in rush-hour traffic on a busy Autobahn.

Zack said, "What do you need to do to get out of here?" "You have any frags?" "Negative." "Smoke?" "Negative." "Bangers?" "That's a negative." "The f_ck kind of rescue is this?

When people don't like you... you feel it. They don't pay attention at you... they some kind a ignore you... they don't talk a lot of with you.....

Most of the guests here are psychotic gang bangers anyway!

Jack complained “I could really go for some bubble and squeak or some bangers. Do you kids think you could cook up some steak-and-kidney pie for me?” The girls stared “I hear noises coming from his mouth but they don’t sound like words,” Daphne said. “Maybe he is having some kind of fit” Sabrina said.

Details are important, be observant.

What's the meaning of ignore? You hear somebody, but you never asnwer to him!

I know that I sound like the joker, but the joker is a great character.

Half-sloshed mums’re rolling their eyes at sun-pinked dads burning bangers on barbecues.

This is what songs do, even dumb pop songs: they remind us that emotions are not an inconvenient and vaguely embarrassing aspect of the human enterprise but its central purpose. They make us feel specific things we might never have felt otherwise. Every time I listen to "Sunday Bloody Sunday," for instance, I feel a pugnacious righteousness about the fate of the Irish people. I hear that thwacking military drumbeat and Bono starts wailing about the news he heard today and I'm basically ready to enlist in the IRA and stomp some British Protestant Imperialist Ass, hell yes, bring on the fucking bangers and mash and let's get this McJihad started.

If you say one lie enough times, it becomes truth people start to believe. (That's how it works - Extracted)

Wise people make trails and paths, clever walk on them - stupid people can't decide.

No need to feel shame for what you are.

Listening to podcast, reading a book, listening to an aduibook and watching films isn't waste of time. It's how somebody becomes wise!

Let’s accept it that dead people are in position for relaxing and watching.

Can I say hello? Why? I don't want you to be alone!

My Life is bad because of my mother and father... choices..., they made the wrong choices.

Hey... you gonna ignore me like that? ... Forever? ... You gonna reject me like that forever?

Maybe one day it would happen. Maybe one day her life would start going according to plan instead of spluttering and stalling like some clapped-out old banger.

Joking with somebody's emotions makes you cold person.

Waiting and waiting and waiting... for somebody to reply... but nobody is going to reply.

You are done with the past, but the past isn't done with you.

Better to get off the train at this station. Than to do it later, when it's too late. Remember Time doesn't wait!

If Stephen King was a killer, he will be the best killer ever existed, check out his novels, check out the killing... That's insane!

Hell is repetition, you go over and over and over. That's hell, so I will eat your eyes in hell, I will be waiting you in hell, I will repeat that over and over and over...

I don't need psychology I am not a sociopath Neither and Psychopath

I want to study human... madness... cruelty... agression... anger... craziness... and other features... I want to find how far can they get!

If you think somebody cares... Where are you? How are you? ... (You are fucking... damn...WRONG)

Your shit is for you, my shit is for me - Understand?

It's interesting the fact that when you are bored times passes slow, when you are interested it passes fast.

Off, fuck off enough of this shit… and screw you.

Everything is strange, complex and complicated, but this are the features which make it incrediable.

The Revenge and the Vengeance makes you to go forward and forward to do your work... This which was taken, you should take it from them.

The Best is somewhere there, just search it!

If your pain is the same like somebody else, I think that this will be the best couple it will be.

The way isn't a circle and never can't be a circle unless you repeat the same after the same. Is it possible to find something new?... The way is spiral, and I will keep believing in this!

If I were on death row, my last meal would be from Steak ’n Shake. If I were to take President Obama and his family to dinner and the choice was up to me, it would be Steak ’n Shake. If the pope was to ask where he could get a good plate of spaghetti in America, I would reply, “Your Holiness, have you tried the Chili Mac or the Chili 3-Ways?” A downstate Illinois boy loves the Steak ’n Shake as a Puerto Rican loves rice and beans, an Egyptian loves falafel, a Brit loves bangers and mash, a Finn loves reindeer jerky, and a Canadian loves doughnuts. This doesn’t involve taste. It involves a deep-seated conviction that a food is right, has always been right, and always will be.

If you think that you gonna survive with this emotions... better stay home... there you are safe... if you expose too much of this emotions... soona people will use this as weakness... .... If you can do something... Start as "I ignore myself on basic emotions..."...

Be carefree badass…

Your enemy is going to exploit your weakness.

Stop for a minute... and let's conclude the whole thing... - If you can't talk... you don't have place here in this world.

God is a corrupted fuck.

Obligatory is a bitch that's what is going to define life.

We need motivation…for those dark clouds days and… foxes and wolfs lurking around….

Just... just don't think that you are special... just don't do it.... - It's Waste of TIme - It doesn't get you far

Stop thinking in the box... it's time to think out of the box.

You want to take all my money slow with success, so far you have taken 120$ and they aren't return back and you want more and more and more...

Probably... or maybe... one day!

The Dark Knight 2008, favourite character Joker always in the right face and showing all humans in one character. A character died from characters!

Stupidity doesn't make you wise, it makes you stupid!

I like facts, I like books, I like films... but you still know the few from everything about me.

You never know who is the killer and when he will attack you, he could take a lot of faces and bodies.

Mr.Nobody everyone should watch this film - Everything is about choices - Remember that before you watch the film.

If you want to find something or somebody try to feel like you are he or the something try to do the stuff like it. Become one with the element..... and look you found it.

Two can keep secret if the one is dead. (A Good Marriage by Stephen King)

Look... look... see the idiots... see them... look their faces... look their expressions.

Post a picture of you or of somebody and look... the days have been counted.

Killers have Patterns.

Living in the shadows is cold... know this before you go living there.

Clever, smart and wise people have one in common that they read quotes, they are curious for knowledge and they have big libraries!

Want something true? - I killed god... ... Hahaha, look your face... you started believing me... whaterver to be honest god is the world best Illusion in this world "Matrix".

Stop for a moment... let's see what you have skipped!

The face is like a penis.

There isn’t any doubt I’m stuck in stress and depression.

Making and thinking about somebody is special... you go in the tracks of saying that you are horrible and not anymore special.

School is testing our memory and real world is testing our memory + how we use this which we know.

Some people are so stupid that, even you give them the information they won't find the answer...

If there isn't now, there isn't past, if there isn't past there isn't future... What if everything has happen in one day but in different periods??? Can I say this??

I won't lie I still keep searching why people... I'm very curious what does it make them so safety to lie?

I don't want to be the devil's bitch!

Give a human ability… then judge him or her by the way they used that "PROS".

Life without adrenaline is useless and pointless.

If you can say it... it's obvious.

I know one thing… Bible is Damn wrong about everything.

People obey to people with ideas... so visualize it like this... when you don't have ideas and meaning in life you obey to somebody who already got answers of this two things.

How do you describe that we are alive, but not a an object from a picture. What makes you to think that you are not an image?

We come home (aka the parents)... we get angry... we throw it off in home... today... tomorrow and the next few weeks... ... We feel better, but we don't know what type of damage are we creating within one child.

What? What's your issue now?' I asked, annoyed. 'Jus' wonderin' what's it like for Droopy. This place is intense and he's jus' a lil' guy, you know?' Of all the bangers in the world, I had to get Mr. Sensitive. Droopy, I assumed, was Hector Amaya's gang moniker. I wondered why they were always so unflattering. Me, I would've at least picked something like Foxy or Jet. Which, I supposed, explained in part why I wasn't gang material.

The Dead Father was slaying, in a grove of music and musicians. First he slew a harpist and then a performer upon the serpent and also a banger upon the rattle and also a blower of the Persian trumpet and one upon the Indian trumpet and one upon the Hebrew trumpet and one upon the Roman trumpet and one upon the Chinese trumpet of copper-covered wood. Also a blower upon the marrow trumpet and one upon the slide trumpet and one who wearing upon his head the skin of a cat performed upon the menacing murmurous cornu and three blowers on the hunting horn and several blowers of the conch shell and a player of the double aulos and flautists of all descriptions and a Panpiper and a fagotto player and two virtuosos of the quail whistle and a zampogna player whose fingering of the chanters was sweet to the ear and by-the-bye and during the rest period he slew four buzzers and a shawmist and one blower upon the water jar and a clavicytheriumist who was before he slew her a woman, and a stroker of the theorbo and countless nervous-fingered drummers as well as an archlutist, and then whanging his sword this way and that the Dead Father slew a cittern plucker and five lyresmiters and various mandolinists, and slew too a violist and a player of the kit and a picker of the psaltery and a beater of the dulcimer and a hurdy-gurdier and a player of the spike fiddle and sundry kettledrummers and a triangulist and two-score finger cymbal clinkers and a xylophone artist and two gongers and a player of the small semantron who fell with his iron hammer still in his hand and a trictrac specialist and a marimbist and a maracist and a falcon drummer and a sheng blower and a sansa pusher and a manipulator of the gilded ball. The Dead Father resting with his two hands on the hilt of his sword, which was planted in the red and steaming earth. My anger, he said proudly. Then the Dead Father sheathing his sword pulled from his trousers his ancient prick and pissed upon the dead artists, severally and together, to the best of his ability-four minutes, or one pint. Impressive, said Julie, had they not been pure cardboard. My dear, said Thomas, you deal too harshly with him. I have the greatest possible respect for him and for what he represents, said Julie, let us proceed.

Science is interesting... Albert Eistein has said that he believe in religion, and he has said "Science without a religion is nothing and the reverse...", but now some people say that he has said and that he doesn't believe in religion and in god!? (That's call reverse...)

It's hard to impress me in case you don't know me, to lie me there isn't purpose I will find soon or later the truth. The lie just make the stuff complex and complex and after all I just don't want anymore to believe in your words, if you want to sacrifice this okay, continue to do this and I can assure that soon everything will come in it's order.

Why not give a try? Why you are shy, shameful, afraid and so on and so on? - Give a try!

As for me: - I study humanity

You can get mad… upset… sad… angry.. . Insane… and the list goes on and on… But honestly this is your choice. Note: Mood Swinger!

I won't say... "Hi"... I was nice... I passed... so fuck... you.... No more "Hi's" or just few more... just to to quite the shit... and then everything is over.

This world isn't for average people.

Just stop for a moment and think about it... what are the chances we to look stupid in front of the eyes of Aliens?

...Everything which you know is probably few "%" bullshit... the other part... non-sense... and after all a real fucking myth.

I am trying to improvise, for God sake (Secret: Tell everything which comes in your head).

What's the most important thing is that... comedians are the wises people... - They constantly observe and think!

A soldier never leaves his weapon.

The world is full with dumb fucks.

You are making few things on your new device or thing.... and you are just saying by your face "Look me, look what I can do..." - Oh, oh forgot sake just leave me alone. Because this is totally bullshit! (That's my opinon, you don't know as much as your face is showing... Your face is showing, oh look me I know everything, but unfortnately you just know little from everything)

Why you choose happiness, so you think that the sad moments like somebody dieing - it's equal to happiness? !?!?!?!??! So you think that time crimes like this in auschwitz which don't have proof so far from what they say in the reports from Mr.Death (Documentary film!)... so this is equal to (How to say it???!?!) to happiness?? WTF, crime equal to happiness, sadness also so what's left? Oh, oh I know the Joker (Note: He is a nice character isn't he?)

People are hard to be understand, full of lies, full of corupt, if you want a friendship with them is like to have a friendship with nothing. But nothing isn't a possibility of the ability, people you can go 40....50 years studying them and what you will find is that you are old and they are new and more and more stupid. I find somebody who can I trust, it's my computer who else??? It's too clever, I need to hang out with clever people not with idiots!

Don't Cry for this biatch, don't cry for this moron. She isn't your type, she doesn't like you and she won't like you she is just a person which is hypocrite and she get's envy when she see your life - How wonderful is it, how is full with loads stuff and then she looks her life. Full of horror, full of days of nightmare, full of days of angry people shouting each other... It's not in the blame, it's in the cases, the place where the two persons live! Don't get angry that he have left you, maybe you will find something better than him, it's a fact you give something for something. Everywhere is like this, don't listen this outside biatches which say "The World isn't a business, it's not you must..." Fucking bullshit, you must do this, somebody saves your life you must go and save and his, that's the rules, that's the law of the attraction, that's how it works, liked or not...

The front door is locked—what’s up with that?” “Logan fixed the lock,” I tell her. Her bright red, heart-shaped mouth smiles. “Good job, Kevin Costner. You should staple the key to Ellie’s forehead, though, or she’ll lose it.” She has names for the other guys too and when her favorite guard, Tommy Sullivan, walks in a few minutes later, Marlow uses his. “Hello, Delicious.” She twirls her honey-colored, bouncy hair around her finger, cocking her hip and tilting her head like a vintage pinup girl. Tommy, the fun-loving super-flirt, winks. “Hello, pretty, underage lass.” Then he nods to Logan and smiles at me. “Lo . . . Good morning, Miss Ellie.” “Hey, Tommy.” Marlow struts forward. “Three months, Tommy. Three months until I’m a legal adult—then I’m going to use you, abuse you and throw you away.” The dark-haired devil grins. “That’s my idea of a good date.” Then he gestures toward the back door. “Now, are we ready for a fun day of learning?” One of the security guys has been walking me to school ever since the public and press lost their minds over Nicholas and Olivia’s still-technically-unconfirmed relationship. They make sure no one messes with me and they drive me in the tinted, bulletproof SUV when it rains—it’s a pretty sweet deal. I grab my ten-thousand-pound messenger bag from the corner. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before. Elle—you should have a huge banger here tonight!” says Marlow. Tommy and Logan couldn’t have synced up better if they’d practiced: “No fucking way.” Marlow holds up her hands, palms out. “Did I say banger?” “Huge banger,” Tommy corrects. “No—no fucking way. I meant, we should have a few friends over to . . . hang out. Very few. Very mature. Like . . . almost a study group.” I toy with my necklace and say, “That actually sounds like a good idea.” Throwing a party when your parents are away is a rite-of-high-school passage. And after this summer, Liv will most likely never be away again. It’s now or never. “It’s a terrible idea.” Logan scowls. He looks kinda scary when he scowls. But still hot. Possibly, hotter. Marlow steps forward, her brass balls hanging out and proud. “You can’t stop her—that’s not your job. It’s like when the Bush twins got busted in that bar with fake IDs or Malia was snapped smoking pot at Coachella. Secret Service couldn’t stop them; they just had to make sure they didn’t get killed.” Tommy slips his hands in his pockets, laid back even when he’s being a hardass. “We could call her sister. Even from an ocean away, I’d bet she’d stop her.” “No!” I jump a little. “No, don’t bother Liv. I don’t want her worrying.” “We could board up the fucking doors and windows,” Logan suggests. ’Cause that’s not overkill or anything. I move in front of the two security guards and plead my case. “I get why you’re concerned, okay? But I have this thing—it’s like my motto. I want to suck the lemon.” Tommy’s eyes bulge. “Suck what?” I laugh, shaking my head. Boys are stupid. “You know that saying, ‘When life gives you lemons, make lemonade’?—well, I want to suck the lemon dry.” Neither of them seems particularly impressed. “I want to live every bit of life, experience everything it has to offer, good and bad.” I lift my jeans to show my ankle—and the little lemon I’ve drawn there. “See? When I’m eighteen, I’m going to get this tattooed on for real. As a reminder to live as much and as hard and as awesome as I can—to not take anything for granted. And having my friends over tonight is part of that.” I look back and forth between them. Tommy’s weakening—I can feel it. Logan’s still a brick wall. “It’ll be small. And quiet—I swear. Totally controlled. And besides, you guys will be here with me. What could go wrong?” Everything. Everything goes fucking wrong.