Batman Dark Knight Quotes

This should be agony. I should be a mass of aching muscle - broken, spent, unable to move. And, were I an older man, I surely would ... ... but I'm a man of thirty - of twenty again. The rain on my chest is a baptism - I'm born again ...

Don't talk like one of them. You're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them, you're just a freak, like me! They need you right now, but when they don't, they'll cast you out, like a leper! You see, their morals, their code, it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you. When the chips are down, these... these civilized people, they'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve. -The Joker

Of course we're Criminals

You don't get it boy... this isn't a mudhole... its an operating table. (KRAKKKKK) And I'm the surgeon.

You're beginning to get the idea, Clark. We could have changed the world…now…look at us…I've become a political liability…and…you…you're a joke. 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.

Bruce Wayne/Batman: A hero can be anyone, even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat on a young boy's shoulders to let him know that the world hadn't ended.

The American conscience died with the Kennedys.

We live in the shadow of crime with the unspoken understanding that we are victims.. of fear, of violence, of social impotence. A man has risen to show us that the power is, ans always has been, in our hands. We are under siege. He's showing us that we can resist.

We must not remind them that giants walk the Earth.

The rain on my chest is a baptism - I'm born again.

You've got rights. Lots of rights. Sometimes I count them just to make myself feel crazy.

You sold us out, Clark. You gave them the power that should have been ours. Just like your parents taught you. My parents taught me a different lesson... lying on this street... shaking in deep shock... dying for no reason at all. They showed me that the world only makes sense when you force it to.

Batman: a force of chaos in my world of perfect order. The dark side of the Soviet dream. Rumored to be a thousand murdered dissidents, they said he was a ghost. A walking dead man. A symbol of rebellion that would never fade as long as the system survived. Anarchy in black.

You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

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.

Why so Serious?!

I wonder if Batman would save Robin over his girlfriend of the week. (The Dark Knight gets around, man.)

You don't get it son. This isn't a mudhole, it's an operating table and I am the surgeon. -Batman

In ten years, I've never felt so calm. So right. This would be a fine death. . . A fine death. But there are the thousands to think of. . . and Harvey. . . I have to know.

You were the one they used against us, Bruce. The one who played it rough. When the noise started from the parents' groups and the sub-committee called us for questioning... you were the one who laughed... that scary laugh of yours. "Sure, we're criminals", you said. "We've always been criminals". "We have to be criminals".--Kal-El aka Clark Kent aka Superman

It is Always Darkest Just Before the Dawn.

Though surrounded by sinfulness and terror, we must not become so embittered that we take Satan's methods as our own.

What, are you dense? Are you retarded or something? Who the hell do you think I am? I'm the Goddamn Batman.

The time has come. You know it in your soul. For I am your soul... You cannot escape me... You are puny, you are small – you are nothing – a hollow shell, a rusty trap that cannot hold me – Smoldering, I burn you – burning you, I flare, hot and bright and fierce and beautiful – You cannot stop me – not with wine or vows or the weight of age – You cannot stop me, but still you try – still you run – You try to drown me out... but your voice is weak...

پدر و مادر من، وقتی در این خیابان افتاده بودند، وقتی داشتند دست و پا می زدند و جان می کندند، وقتی داشتند بی دلیل می مردند، چیزی به من آموختند: به من آموختند که دنیا فقط وقتی بر مدار درستی می چرخد، که به زور وادارش کنی.

Can you feel it, Joker? Feels to me... Like it's written all over my face. I've lain awake nights... planning it... picturing it... ... Endless nights... ... Considering every possible method... treasuring each imaginary moment... From the beginning I knew... ... That there is nothing wrong with you... ... That I can't fix... With my hands...

[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.

Usually we think a person is obligated to do something that would benefit many people, but what if that “something” is committing murder? Which is more important, doing good—or not doing wrong?

Some men just want to watch the world burn.

the ends never justify the means, but rather the means must be justifiable on their own merits.

Sickos never scare me. At least they’re committed.” —Selina Kyle (Michelle Pfeiffer)

You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

Fitz’s human clothes are a huge snoozefest. Check out what Dex and I found in Alvar’s closet!” They both unzipped their hoodies, revealing T-shirts with logos underneath. “I have no idea what this means, but it’s crazy awesome, right?” Keefe asked, pointing to the black and yellow oval on his shirt. “It’s from Batman,” Sophie said—then regretted the words. Of course Keefe demanded she explain the awesomeness of the Dark Knight. “I’m wearing this shirt forever, guys,” he decided. “Also, I want a Batmobile! Dex, can you make that happen?” Sophie wouldn’t have been surprised if Dex actually could build one. As a Technopath, he worked miracles with technology. He’d made all kinds of cool gadgets for Sophie, including the lopsided ring she wore—a special panic switch that had saved her life during her fight with one of her kidnappers. “What’s my shirt from?” Dex asked, pointing to the logo with interlocking yellow W’s. Sophie didn’t have the heart to tell him it was the symbol for Wonder Woman.

Can you feel it, Joker? Feels to me... Like it's written all over my face. I've lain awake nights... planning it... picturing it... ... Endless nights... ... Considering every possible method... treasuring each imaginary moment... From the beginning I knew... ... That there is nothing wrong with you... ... That I can't fix... ... With my hands...” ― Frank Miller, Batman: The Dark Knight Returns

Promises are just breaks in the rain. Sun comes out for a moment. Just long enough to make you hope. Then it always starts raining again.

Some men and women aren't looking for money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. They simply want to watch the world burn.

Negative attitudes and emotions such as hatred, disgust, or contempt are the morally correct ways to respond to wrongdoing, and therefore they are virtuous.

Jim Gordon: I never cared who you were... Batman: And you were right. Jim Gordon: ...but shouldn't the people know the hero who saved them? Batman: A hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a young boy's shoulders to let him know that the world hadn't ended. Jim Gordon: Bruce Wayne?

Hey,” Fitz said, leaning closer. “You trust me, don’t you?” Sophie’s traitorous heart still fluttered, despite her current annoyance. She did trust Fitz. Probably more than anyone. But having him keep secrets from her was seriously annoying. She was tempted to use her telepathy to steal the information straight from his head. But she’d broken that rule enough times to know the consequences definitely weren’t worth it. “What is with these clothes?” Biana interrupted, appearing out of thin air next to Keefe. Biana was a Vanisher, like her mother, though she was still getting used to the ability. Only one of her legs reappeared, and she had to hop up and down to get the other to show up. She wore a sweatshirt three sizes too big and faded, baggy jeans. “At least I get to wear my shoes,” she said, hitching up her pants to reveal purple flats with diamond-studded toes. “But why do we only have boy stuff?” “Because I’m a boy,” Fitz reminded her. “Besides, this isn’t a fashion contest.” “And if it was, I’d totally win. Right, Foster?” Keefe asked. Sophie actually would’ve given the prize to Fitz—his blue scarf worked perfectly with his dark hair and teal eyes. And his fitted gray coat made him look taller, with broader shoulders and— “Oh please.” Keefe shoved his way between them. “Fitz’s human clothes are a huge snoozefest. Check out what Dex and I found in Alvar’s closet!” They both unzipped their hoodies, revealing T-shirts with logos underneath. “I have no idea what this means, but it’s crazy awesome, right?” Keefe asked, pointing to the black and yellow oval on his shirt. “It’s from Batman,” Sophie said—then regretted the words. Of course Keefe demanded she explain the awesomeness of the Dark Knight. “I’m wearing this shirt forever, guys,” he decided. “Also, I want a Batmobile! Dex, can you make that happen?” Sophie wouldn’t have been surprised if Dex actually could build one. As a Technopath, he worked miracles with technology. He’d made all kinds of cool gadgets for Sophie, including the lopsided ring she wore—a special panic switch that had saved her life during her fight with one of her kidnappers. “What’s my shirt from?” Dex asked, pointing to the logo with interlocking yellow W’s. Sophie didn’t have the heart to tell him it was the symbol for Wonder Woman.

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

Can somebody tell me what kind of a world we live in, where a man dressed up as a bat gets all of my press? This town needs an enema! —The Joker, from the 1989 movie Batman

You can fail as Bruce Wayne,” he said. “As Batman, you can’t afford to.” “Is that what you’re afraid of?” Bruce asked indignantly. “That if I go back out there, I’ll fail?” “No,” Alfred said. “I’m afraid you want to.

You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villian.

Some men and women aren't looking for money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. They simply want to watch the world burn. Michael Caine’s character ‘Alfred’ in the Batman movie, “The Dark Knight

When is posttraumatic stress pathological? The American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-IV23 or DSM-IV-TR24)b lays out specific criteria. Criterion A: Trauma. Yes, the event that created Batman (1) involved death or physical danger and (2) horrified the survivor. Criterion B: Persistent re-experiencing. Yes, Bruce re-experiences his parents’ murders through recurrent, vivid recollections and

Imagine that a trolley car is going down a track. Further down the track are five people who do not hear the trolley and who will not be able to get out of the way. Unfortunately, there isn’t enough time to stop the trolley before it hits and kills them. The only way to avoid killing these five people is to switch the trolley to another track. But, unfortunately, there is one person standing on that track, also too close for the trolley to stop before killing him. Now imagine that there is a bystander standing by the track switch who must make a choice: do nothing, which leads to the death of the five people on the current track, or act to divert the trolley to the other track, which leads to the death of the single person.

It was great but intense to try to go back into a character’s mind, a mind that is filled with self-loathing and a mind that is male. It is fun to try to psychoanalyze why a character acts and feels the way he/she does, and doing it as a different gender lends itself to many challenges. My desire to delve into the male psyche comes from many years of being drawn to men that seem to have a darker side. But there is also light in them, and it is that duality and intensity that makes me feel alive. Thorne is very much that man as is my first male protagonist, Michael, from the Natalie’s Edge series. Each man, while plagued with a dark past and demons, has this glorious light within them, fighting noble causes. I picture them as true anti-heroes, like the likes of Batman, the Dark Knight.

A splash of light snuck beneath the a dressing room door. He heard a groan. A shuffle. A bump. A heavy sigh. "Uh, too tight." He walked toward the back, stopping outside the dressing room. The door was cracked a fraction. He rested a shoulder against the wall, and glanced inside. Grace as Catwoman blew his mind. A feline fantasy. The three-way mirror tripled his pleasure. He viewed her from every angle. Hot, sleek, fierce. The lady could fight Batman in her skintight black leather catsuit and come out the winner. After a moment she scrunched her nose, slapped her palms against her thighs. Stuck out her tongue at her reflection in the mirrors. He saw what had her so frustrated. Sympathized with her disappointment. Her costume didn't fit. The front zipper hadn't fully cleared her cleavage, which was deep and visible. She wore no bra. She gave a little hop, and her breasts bounced. Full and plump. He felt a tug at his groin. Superhero lust. He cleared his throat and made his presence known. She caught his image in the corner of the glass, and reached for the fitting room chair, positioning it between them. Like that would keep him from her. He should've looked away, but couldn't. He sensed her embarrassment. Her panic. Flight? She had nowhere to go. He blocked the door. He wasn't leaving until they'd talked. "Archibald's going to love your costume," he initiated. She didn't find him funny. Her gaze narrowed behind the molded cat-eye mask with attached ears. Her fingers clenched in her elbow-length gloves. Inspired by the movie The Dark Knight, she'd added a whip and a gun holster. Her thigh-high stiletto boots were killer, adding five inches to her height. Her image would stick with him forever. She backed against the center mirror, and nervously fingered the open flaps over her breasts. A yank on the zipper broke the tab. The metal teeth parted, and the gap widened, revealing the round inner curves of her breasts. A hint of her nipples. Dusky pink. All the way down to the dent of her navel.

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.

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?

What doesn't kill you only makes you...stranger. -The Joker

Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.

The Batman must come back.” Does he know what he’s asking? Bruce wondered. “What if he doesn’t exist anymore?” he replied aloud. “He must,” Gordon murmured, gasping for breath. “He must.

Gdy Batman zauważa, że terapia nie wydaje się mieć wpływu na Jokera, Adams mówi, że być może nie jest możliwe zdefiniowanie Jokera jako szalonego. Twierdzi, iż prawdopodobnie jest on przypadkiem superzdrowia psychicznego, przykładem kogoś, kto jest doskonale przystosowany do miejskiego życia pod koniec XX wieku. Mówi: "Inaczej niż ty czy ja, Joker nie ma kontroli nad informacjami sensorycznymi napływającymi z zewnętrznego świata. Musi sobie radzić z tym zalewem chaosu, po prostu płynąc z prądem (...) Nie ma prawdziwej osobowości. Codziennie sam siebie tworzy na nowo. Postrzega siebie jako króla głupców, a świat jako teatr absurdu." Analiza dr Adams pokazuje, że etykietka "szalonego" zostaje nadana jednostce na podstawie społecznej definicji szaleństwa. Joker jest uznany za wariata tylko dlatego, że zasady Gotham definiują go jako takiego. Jak mówi Adams, w społeczeństwie, które rządziłoby się innymi zasadami niż nasze, mógłby być uznany za zdrowego na umyśle.

Nietzsche twierdzi, że jesteśmy niewolnikami naszych instynktów, a nasza tożsamość budowana jest w oparciu o pragnienia. Powiązanym pojęciem jest tez "wieczny powrót", znany także jako "wieczny powrót tego samego". To umiejętność akceptacji zarówno największych wzlotów, jak i najgłębszych i najmroczniejszych dolin naszego życia. Nietzsche chwali osobę, która potrafi w pełni zrozumieć te idee. W "Tako rzecze Zaratustra", w opowieści "O widmie i zagadce", Nietzsche w sposób poetycki ujmuje następującą scenę jako zagadkę do rozszyfrowania" Oto pośród dzikich zwałów skalnych staję nagle samotny w głuszy okólnej, w najgłuchszej poświacie księżyca. "Lecz tam oto leży człowiek! (...)" Ujrzałem młodego pastucha, miotającego się po ziemi, dławiącego się w kurczowych podnietach, o twarzy potwornie wykrzywionej: długi czarny wąż zwisał mu z gęby. Czyżem widział kiedykolwiek tyle wstrętu i bladego przerażenia w cudzej twarzy? On spał zapewne? I wąż wpełzł mu w gardziel - i wgryzł się w nią mocno. Dłoń moja targała węża, targała co sił: - daremnie! Wydrzeć węża z gardzieli nie zdołała. Wówczas krzyknęło coś ze mnie: "Ukąś! Gryź!" "Głowa precz! Gryź!" - tak oto krzyczały ze mnie przerażenie, nienawiść, wstręt i litość społem: wszystko me zło i dobro krzyknęło ze mnie tym jednym okrzykiem. - (...) - Pastuch wszakże ugryzł, jak mu to krzyk mój radził; przegryzł dobrym kęsem! Daleko od siebie wypluł głowę węża - i skoczył na nogi. - Nie pasterz to, nie człowiek już, - przeistoczony, olśniony, co śmiał się wraz! przenigdy nie śmiał się na świecie człowiek, jako ten się śmiał! Nietzsche wierzył, że życie jest pełne prawdziwego cierpienia (co symbolizuje wąż w zagadce) i radości (co jest reprezentowane przez triumfalne odgryzienie wężowi głowy przez pasterza i jego śmiech). Większość ludzi "przesypia" swoje życie (jak pastuch, gdy ugryzł go wąż), jednak jednostka, która żyje zgodnie z filozofią Nietzschego dotyczącą wiecznego powrotu, potrafi przyjąć zarówno cierpienia, jak i radość. Taka osoba tak kocha życie, że nie żałuje ani nie chce uniknąć nawet najbardziej bolesnych chwil. Podobnie nikt nie mógł uratować pastucha, tylko on sam - wszyscy jesteśmy kowalami swojego losu.