Gwen Stacy Quotes

There are always entire worlds that exist alongside the one you think you’ve chosen to live in. Sometimes you chose the worlds, and sometimes they chose you.

There was no way to compare the feeling of being forgiven to anything else in this world.

But when you understood things like that, like the plain fact that everyone was, by living in a body, completely alone—entering the world that way, leaving it that way—it made sense that it took little effort to know how to react to the will of another living thing.

Just because you knew the cause of something didn’t mean your body would learn how not to process this, how to sensibly react. The brain could know something to be harmless, but the body could not deny that the ground shook. The body knew better. Or, the body was gullible.

There was always dirt under his fingernails when he rested his hands on the counter, and his hands were broad and calloused, like maybe they served him in a particular way that had nothing to do with gesticulation or the exchange of money... It seemed a fine way to pass the time to imagine that the dirt under his fingernails was residue from saving the world.

She wanted to lunge for him then. In that moment Sheila wanted to charge her whole self into his body, pull out a tibia or a femur and squeeze its proteins to dust. She felt like she had more strength concentrated in every muscle than she'd ever had in her life, and her joints were shifting around inside of her , her cells were multiplying, like the real living organism she supposed she had been all long, but also - and this was the strange thing - she felt helpless, she felt drained of every available energy, like all of this velocity building in her was a product of what he had given her and what she had done with it. She remembered Mr. Zorn, her sophomore-year physics teacher, stepping back from the chalkboard in admiration of an equation he had just written, saying how beautiful it was, how perfectly and essentially balanced, and Sheila had rolled her eyes sitting at her desk at how pathetic this had sounded, how devoid of beauty Mr. Zorn's life must have truly been for him to even think to say something so insane, but now she felt the weight of this truth sting in her somewhere. She and Peter had built this, they had built it together - that's where the velocity came from, that's where the force of the thing came from - and to remove one of the variables from the equation was to leave it unbalanced, and she was not going to let this happen.

In the middle of the night, it was always the same. The dreams told the dreamer, pay attention. The dreams told the dreamer, consider this and consider that, and for the most part, it was fine to consider these things, to engage the subconscious in the exercise of willful consideration. Always the dreams told the dreamer, Let’s pretend the world is this way for a few minutes, I mean, no big deal, no commitment, just something to do until you wake up. Come on, say the dreams, it’ll be fun.

I know that we all think we're immortal, we're supposed to feel that way, we're graduating. The future is and should be bright, but, like our brief four years in high school, what makes life valuable is that it doesn't last forever, what makes it precious is that it ends. I know that now more than ever. And I say it today of all days to remind us that time is luck. So don't waste it living someone else's life, make yours count for something. Fight for what matters to you, no matter what. Because even if you fall short, what better way is there to live? It's easy to feel hopeful on a beautiful day like today, but there will be dark days ahead of us too, and there'll be days where you feel all alone, and that's when hope is needed most. Keep it alive. No matter how buried it gets, or lost you feel, you must promise me, that you will hold on to hope and keep it alive. We have to be greater than what we suffer. My wish for you, is to become hope. People need that. I know it feels like we're saying goodbye, but we will carry a piece of each other into everything that we do next, to remind us of who we are, and of who we're meant to be. I've had a great four years with you, and I'll miss you all very much. Gwen Stacy, Spiderman 2 (2014).

He wanted to be free of so many obligations, and he’d gotten what he wanted. He was free. It was a terrible feeling.

Awesome toy, Frank. But that labored wheeze— maybe you should have gotten a FitBit instead?

[In "The Night Gwen Stacy Died"], death took on an existential quality -- the beloved, innocent but weak Gwen is merely a victim, the casualty of a war between superpowered rivals -- and as such the episode proved a turning point int eh genre's depiction of mortality.

Like when Peter Parker didn’t go to the science fair, so Gwen Stacy did and she was bit by the radioactive spider and became Spider-Gwen.

Okay, look, no more "Mr. Murderhands" -- that name is way too self-fulfilling prophecy. Call him "Wolverine." I know one of them. — Spider-Gwen

Okay, look, no more "Mr. Murderhands" -- that name is way too self-fulfilling prophecy. Call him "Wolverine." I know one of them.

we have to be greater than what we suffer.