Evey Quotes

The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.

Evey Hammond: Who are you? V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask. Evey Hammond: Well I can see that. V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is

I didn't put you in a prison, Evey. I just showed you the bars.

It does not do to rely too much on silent majorities, Evey, for silence is a fragile thing, one loud noise, and its gone. But the people are so cowed and disorganised. A few might take the opportunity to protest, but it'll just be a voice crying in the wilderness. Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations, Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.

Noise is relative to the silence preceeding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the peoples voice for generations, Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

You had to live - did live, from habit that became instinct - in the assumption that evey sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every moment scrutinized.

You were already in a prison. You've been in a prison all your life. Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all. Your lover lived in the penitentiary that we are all born into, and was forced to rake the dregs of that world for his living. He knew affection and tenderness but only briefly. Eventually, one of the other inmates stabbed him with a cutlass and he drowned upon his own blood. Is that it, Evey? Is that the happiness worth more than freedom? It's not an uncommon story, Evey. Many convicts meet with miserable ends. Your mother. Your father. Your lover. One by one, taken out behind the chemical sheds... and shot. All convicts, hunched and deformed by the smallness of their cells, the weight of their chains, the unfairness of their sentences. I didn't put you in a prison, Evey. I just showed you the bars.' 'You're wrong! It's just life, that's all! It's just how life is. It's what we've got to put up with. It's all we've got. What gives you the right to decide it's not good enough?' 'You're in a prison, Evey. You were born in a prison. You've been in a prison so long, you no longer believe there's a world outside. That's because you're afraid, Evey. You're afraid because you can feel freedom closing in upon you. You're afraid because freedom is terrifying. Don't back away from it, Evey. Part of you understands the truth even as part pretends not to. You were in a cell, Evey. They offered you a choice between the death of your principles and the death of your body. You said you'd rather die. You faced the fear of your own death and you were calm and still. The door of the cage is open, Evey. All that you feel is the wind from outside.

Evey: Who are you? V. : Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask. Evey: Well I can see that. V. : Of course you can, I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is. Evey: Oh, right. V. : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V. Evey: Are you like a crazy person? V. : I’m quite sure they will say so.

Evey day, there is less of me. Today I am thoughts without words. Tomorrow I will be a body without thoughts. And so it goes.

It does not do to rely too much on silent majorities, Evey, for silence is a fragile thing... One loud noise, and it's gone.

i am suicidal i am depressed and i wish i was dead evey day but no body sees it or my tears and my scars that bleed

She is the nymph who keeps enticing me the sailor evey time!

You see, Evey, all the world's a stage. And everything else... ... is vaudeville.

They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.

You can love someone and still choose to say goodbye to them," she says now. :You can miss a person evey day, and still be glad that they no longer in your life.

Sons of Ares ARES    Terrorist Leader, color unknown DANCER    Ares’ lieutenant, a Red HARMONY    Dancer’s lieutenant, a Red MICKEY    Carver, a Violet EVEY    former slave of Mickey, a Pink

Don't waste your time with people who bring you down. Bitterness is a disease that gets the better of most people, but that doesn't mean you need to tolerate it. You have flaws just like anybody else. Embrance them, live for them. There is only one you. Forgiveness is happiness. They walk hand in hand. You don't have to forgive everyone in your life. But you do have to forgive yourself. Evey time.

Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not hear the people's voice for generations Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

psychoanalysis is the study of failure, the specific failure of the individual form. The object of its discourse is nothing but this failure. Hence, the scandal of Lacan is to place nothing at all at the heart of the subject, to recognize that 'subject' names nothing but a gap or lack. Every component of the psychic apparatus, evey arrangement of the economies of desire and drive, every discourse that constitutes a social link works around, over, and through this emptiness, investing it with a charge or intensity such that it always seems more than itself.

Why am I not walking away from this?” … “Why am I acting like a man already addicted?

What’s the real reason you’re here?” I take a deep breath and remind myself that I’m a confident person who might as well be straightforward. “I guess I’ll be blunt.” “Please. Your candor struck me from the very beginning,” he presses. “I want to figure out if you’re the man who is the perfect fuck or the man who has the potential to be more.” If a man ever had a winning grin, then Hudson Arrows just displayed it. He leans in, his lips brushing along my cheek up toward my ear where I feel the tingle of his stubbled chin. “Baby, I know I can be both, and I have every intention of showing you.

I’m completely fucked if you don’t feel this attraction between us.

We happened, Piper, and considering we don’t regret it, then we might as well own it.

We haven’t even started yet and already it’s promising.

In the final scene of the film V for Vendetta (2006), thousands of unarmed Londoners wearing Guy Fawkes masks march towards Parliament; without orders, the military allows the crowd to pass into Parliament, and the people take over. As Finch asks Evey for V’s identity, she replies: ‘He was all of us.’ OK, a nice ecstatic moment, but I am ready to sell my mother into slavery in order to see V for Vendetta, Part 2: what would have happened the day after the victory of the people; how would they (re)organize daily life?

I want to explore every inch of you, the way you are now.

I cared for you. It’s not like I could ever forget you.

We weren’t meant to be then, but now we have no excuse because we may just be everything we were waiting for.

You’re mine, and I’ll be damned if I let you go this time.

This is right, what it’s supposed to be. I like who I am now, I like who he is, and most of all, we are better now than then.

Our eyes lock and so begins our usual lingering gaze. It happens every damn time. … It’s all a fucking simmer that never boils over.

We have been looming in the inevitable.

Nothing is in our way except us. I’m bursting, ready to snap.

We are still waiting. Fuck, we tried over the years to move on. Kept ourselves busy, we tried to find other people, and it always failed because it’s not us.

Stay the week with me and let’s be everything we wanted, give us this.

Ford,” she pleads. “We are playing with fire.” “I’d burn the earth down if it means we get a chance.

Ford hooks his finger under my chin, guiding my gaze to him. “Let me prove to you that we can have it all. It’s our time.

You’re mine again,” I breathe into her neck. “I was always yours.

I don’t want my heart to break again,” I whisper softly. Ford leans down to brush the corner of my mouth with his lips. “It can’t break.” He is adamant and his voice rasps. “I think it can.” He gently shakes his head no. “It never broke. I’ve just been holding onto it for a while, waiting for you to come back.

We are at the moment where real entwines with dreams. “I never stopped loving you, Elle.” I wrap my arms tighter around his neck. “I love you too, but I guess you knew that since you had my heart this whole time?” “Damn straight.

You’re worth the wait. We were always going to find our way back.

I’m not the teenage boy you lost your virginity to. I’m a man now who has had years to think of all the dirty things I want to do to you, before I kiss you gently because I love you.

I don’t want to lose you, so here I am, leaving no stone unturned, because you and me? We’re worth the chance.

To my utter dismay, you’re getting under my skin in a way that I’m not used to.” Fear that he may have regretted last night fades, and my body softens into his words. “Likewise.” “Something is shifting.” “I agree.

No se puede confiar en las mayorías silenciosas, Evey, el silencio es algo muy frágil... Un ruido fuerte y se acabó

You’re not just anyone. You were always going to be more than something to me.

I warned you that your hockey-playing son should stay away from my little girl,” he seethes to his friend. Ford rolls his eyes. “Yeah, when they were teenagers! They are legal adults now who drink and know how to sign their name on a marriage certificate. We need to focus on the now. They’re married.” “Yeah, and your son didn’t have the respect to speak to me before he made my daughter his bride!” My father is furious. “I would have. It’s just…passion and love caught us in a moment,” Connor explains. My dad rubs his temples. “Do. Not. Speak of passion and my daughter to me. If it weren’t for the fact that you are Ford’s son, then I swear I would kill you right now.

We’ll be by the refreshment table reining in your mothers. Just holler if you need anything. A balloon, a cute Labrador, a rose, maybe champagne. It will be a great hour that makes up for the lack of wedding festivities that you denied your mother who labored for hours to bring you into the world, only to have her son elope.” Ford smiles tightly.

I swear the only reason I’m here is because orgasms are essential for living and tequila made you my husband.

I’m going all in on proving to you that we might as well admit this thing between us and knock down a wall or two. If you’re going to be a little slower to step up and be a team player, then so be it.

Babe, you know we can always fuck angry. But my money is on that you want me to fuck you like we matter, because we do.

I’ve always been waiting for you, you’re my end game.

Give evey [person] thine ear, but few thy voice.

I believe the future between us is what we’ve been waiting for. I just need you next to me to make that happen.

I can’t take the back and forth … It’s miserable when you don’t have clarity, not when you want to give so much.

If I ever had a shot at something extraordinary, then maybe, just maybe, it’s with her.

We can be something real, you and me.

You’re the guy who doesn’t want a future with anyone, which is almost hysterical, because you’re the guy who made me realize that I’m ready to have a future with someone.

Our lines…they’re blurry.” “I agree…but this feels right.

What are we doing?” … “Everything we never meant to.

This woman is sexual dynamite with a heart of gold. And I hate the fucking guy who will claim forever with her. But right now, she is mine.

The greatest ignorance people suffer is from lack of relevant formula that can bring the best in evey life.

Our little world, remember that, okay? For now, that’s what helps, and in time it might make sense.

You’re the one who walked away all those years ago. You had me first then let go.” “And you walked straight into his arms.

It’s a constant battle of following what everyone expects but wanting to scream that there is another way that’s helping me. Gluing tiny pieces together.

We’ve been dealt a hand in life that has made us resilient, and it only works if we have one another.

I want to take you to the doctor.” I pinched his nose. “If it’s nothing, you’re making this up to me.” “If it’s nothing, Evey, I’ll fly you to the fucking moon.” “Really? Can you do that?” “No, I can’t do that. Don’t be silly. There’s no atmosphere

Evey, next time, in the next life we’ll be together—that’s how this will be corrected. This will be righted. This can’t be our forever fate. Next time we’ll live together, we’ll die together. We’ll experience every war together, inside ourselves and outside in the world. We won’t be out of reach, unavailable, unattainable, just love longing to be. Let’s keep moving fast in opposite directions. Keep praying we meet on the other side. I’ll see you there; I know I will. I have to believe that. Watch for me. I’ll be barreling toward you, arms wide open, and then we’ll crash into each other with the force of two spent lives yearning to be one.

Struggle Some hope held together by a string of imagination, Some wishes keeping me alive with an aroma of expectation. We facing the world together is the only thing I once belived, Without you it has been ages since I've existed and not lived, Every hour, evey minute, every second when i breathe, A bunch of memmories of pain and anguish I Wreathe, Wouldn't God scorn at the idea of separating two souls and use his power, Or will I have to lie in my grave without receiving from you, some flowers? Is this the way by which hapiness of my life would end, Or will I receive with this pain, laughter to blend? The great lovers of this universe have never been together, But didn't you say that love was forever?

Struggle Some hope held together by a string of imagination, Some wishes keeping me alive with an aroma of expectation. We facing the world together is the only thing I once belived, Without you it has been ages since I've existed and not lived, Every hour, evey minute, every second when i breathe, A bunch of memmories of pain and anguish I Wreathe, Wouldn't God scorn at the idea of separating two souls and use his power, Or will I have to lie in my grave without receiving from you, some flowers? Is this the way by which hapiness of my life would end, Or will I receive with this pain, laughter to blend? The great lovers of this universe have never been together, But didn't you say that love was forever? ― Namratha Gupta

I’ve lost my best friend. He isn’t coming back. But you? I’ve lost once, and I won’t survive twice.” My hands are quick to frame her face, forcing her gaze to connect with mine. “I promise you. I’m already two steps ahead of you. I won’t let you break.

I’m not letting you go.

True love is when you let someone find their path to you on their own terms.

I want you. I want this. No more running. No hiding. I won’t feel guilty, and I’m allowed to have this, us.