Mafioso Quotes

Dicen que soy un mafioso, porque mi sentido de la amistad es tal que resulta un poco el de los gánsteres: por un lado mis amigos y por el otro el resto del mundo, con el cual tengo muy poco contacto

Being men of a particular world, you’d think love wouldn’t play a part in it. Love is weakness. Love is a target. Though if you ask anyone in the mafioso, they will say they’re motivated by only love. It is about the power, war and money, sure. But love plays a huge part in this life. Coveting it. Protecting it. Using it, in some cases.

Children are like stem cells, depending on the influence can become anything: from mafioso to astronaut

This is a love story,” Michael Dean says, ”but really what isn’t? Doesn’t the detective love the mystery or the chase, or the nosey female reporter who is even now being held against her wishes at an empty warehouse on the waterfront? Surely, the serial murder loves his victims, and the spy loves his gadgets, or his country or the exotic counterspy. The ice-trucker is torn between his love for ice and truck and the competing chefs go crazy for scallops, and the pawnshop guys adore their junk. Just as the housewives live for catching glimpses of their own botoxed brows in gilded hall mirrors and the rocked out dude on ‘roids totally wants to shred the ass of the tramp-tatted girl on hookbook. Because this is reality, they are all in love, madly, truly, with the body-mic clipped to their back-buckle and the producer casually suggesting, “Just one more angle.”, “One more jello shot.”. And the robot loves his master. Alien loves his saucer. Superman loves Lois. Lex and Lana. Luke loves Leia, til he finds out she’s his sister. And the exorcist loves the demon, even as he leaps out the window with it, in full soulful embrace. As Leo loves Kate, and they both love the sinking ship. And the shark, god the shark, loves to eat. Which is what the Mafioso loves too, eating and money and Pauly and Omertà. The way the cowboy loves his horse, loves the corseted girl behind the piano bar and sometimes loves the other cowboy. As the vampire loves night and neck. And the zombie, don’t even start with the zombie, sentimental fool, has anyone ever been more love-sick than a zombie, that pale dull metaphor for love, all animal craving and lurching, outstretched arms. His very existence a sonnet about how much he wants those brains. This, too is a love story.

We’re not fighting for a scrap of sharecropper immortality with the strings hanging off it like Mafioso spaghetti. We want the whole tamale. The Johnsons are taking over the Western Lands. We built it with our brains and our hands. We paid for it with our blood and our lives. It’s ours and we’re going to take it. And we are not applying in triplicate to the Immortality Control Board. Anybody gets in our way we will get our communal back against a rock or a tree and fight the way a raccoon will fight a fucking dog.

In short, the gabbellotto was a mafioso who for a certain sum of money protected the real estate of the rich from all claims made on it by the poor, legal or illegal. When any poor peasant tried to implement the law which permitted him to buy uncultivated land, the gabbellotto frightened him off with threats of bodily harm or death. It was that simple.

Il peggior analfabeta è l’analfabeta politico. Egli non sente, non parla, né s’interessa degli avvenimenti politici. Egli non sa che il costo della vita, il prezzo dei fagioli, del pesce, della farina, dell’affitto, delle scarpe e delle medicine, dipendono dalle decisioni politiche. L’analfabeta politico è talmente somaro che si inorgoglisce e si gonfia il petto nel dire che odia la politica. Non sa, l’imbecille, che dalla sua ignoranza politica nasce la prostituta, il minore abbandonato, il rapinatore e il peggiore di tutti i banditi che è il politico disonesto, il mafioso, il corrotto, il lacchè delle imprese nazionali e multinazionali.

Te amo con cada parte oscura y rota de mí. Eres digna de amor, felicidad y adoración. Y darte cada una de esas cosas será la misión de todos mis días.

ETA debe actuar sin interrupción. No le queda otro remedio. Hace tiempo que ha caído en el automatismo de la actividad ciega. Si no hace daño, no es, no existe, no cumple ninguna función. Este modo mafioso de funcionamiento está por encima de la voluntad de sus integrantes. Ni siquiera sus jefes pueden sustraerse a él. Sí, bien, toman decisiones, pero eso es solo aparente. En ningún caso pueden no tomarlas porque la máquina del terror, una vez que ha cogido velocidad, no se puede detener

This is a love story, Michael Deane says. But, really, what isn’t? Doesn’t the detective love the mystery, or the chase, or the nosy female reporter, who is even now being held against her wishes at an empty warehouse on the waterfront? Surely the serial murderer loves his victims, and the spy loves his gadgets or his country or the exotic counterspy. The ice trucker is torn between his love for ice and truck, and the competing chefs go crazy for scallops, and the pawnshop guys adore their junk just as the Housewives live for catching glimpses of their own Botoxed brows in gilded hall mirrors, and the rocked-out dude on ‘roids totally wants to shred the ass of the tramp-tatted girl on Hookbook, and because this is reality, they are all in love—madly, truly—with the body mic clipped to their back buckle, and the producer casually suggesting just one more angle, one more Jell-O shot. And the robot loves his master, alien loves his saucer, Superman loves Lois, Lex, and Lana, Luke love Leia (till he finds out she’s his sister), and the exorcist loves the demon even as he leaps out the window with it, in full soulful embrace, as Leo loves Kate and they both love the sinking ship, and the shark—God, the shark loves to eat, which is what the Mafioso loves, too—eating and money and Paulie and omerta` --the way the cowboy loves his horse, loves the corseted girl behind the piano bar, and sometimes loves the other cowboy, as the vampire loves night and neck, and the zombie—don’t even start with the zombie, sentimental fool; has anyone ever been more lovesick than a zombie, that pale, dull metaphor for love, all animal craving and lurching, outstretched arms, his very existence a sonnet about how much he wants those brains? This, too, is a love story.

This is a love story, Michael Deane says. But, really, what isn’t? Doesn’t the detective love the mystery, or the chase, or the nosy female reporter, who is even now being held against her wishes at an empty warehouse on the waterfront? Surely the serial murderer loves his victims, and the spy loves his gadgets or his country or the exotic counterspy. The ice trucker is torn between his love for ice and truck, and the competing chefs go crazy for scallops, and the pawnshop guys adore their junk, just as the Housewives live for catching glimpses of their own Botoxed brows in gilded hall mirrors, and the rocked-out dude on ’roids totally wants to shred the ass of the tramp-tatted girl on Hookbook, and because this is reality, they are all in love—madly, truly—with the body mic clipped to their back buckle, and the producer casually suggesting just one more angle, one more Jell-O shot. And the robot loves his master, alien loves his saucer, Superman loves Lois, Lex, and Lana, Luke loves Leia (till he finds out she’s his sister), and the exorcist loves the demon even as he leaps out the window with it, in full soulful embrace, as Leo loves Kate and they both love the sinking ship, and the shark—God, the shark loves to eat, which is what the mafioso loves, too—eating and money and Paulie and omertà—the way the cowboy loves his horse, loves the corseted girl behind the piano bar, and sometimes loves the other cowboy, as the vampire loves night and neck, and the zombie—don’t even start with the zombie, sentimental fool; has anyone ever been more lovesick than a zombie, that pale, dull metaphor for love, all animal craving and lurching, outstretched arms, his very existence a sonnet about how much he wants those brains? This, too, is a love story.

— Você está me provocando, Senhorita O'Brien! — ele falou com o rosto próximo à porta do banheiro. ​— Como você é esperto, Senhor Cosa Nostra! Agora vai se arrumar para ser o meu namorado mafioso de mentirinha. ​— Cuidado com essa sua mania de me dar ordens, porque eu não sou bom em obedecer e você pode ter problemas com isso. ​— Ainda bem que você é assim, porque eu detesto homens previsíveis! Me surpreenda Senhor Cosa Nostra e eu te conto se gostei ou não!

De un lado están los matones con sus planes mafiosos consolidándose sin contratiempos, y del otro está la ciudadanía encerrada en largas cuarentenas, arruinada, sin trabajo, desesperada, deprimida, rota. El virus ha sido un arma política muy efectiva para aniquilar voluntades. El acuartelamiento al que hemos sido sometidos, el desempleo de la clase trabajadora, el empobrecimiento de la clase media, la deserción escolar y universitaria, y, sobre todo, la angustia y la pesadumbre que nos han destruido moralmente, son capitalizados por la derecha criminal que hace y deshace a su antojo mientras nosotros vemos Netflix y ponemos alarmas para tomarnos nuestros antidepresivos a tiempo

Este país es una mierda. Está dirigido por capos y mafiosos. Parece que hay instituciones, que hay una democracia, que votamos, que elegimos, que tenemos bancos y hospitales, y que intentamos llevar una vida común y corriente. Mentira. Esa es la apariencia. Por debajo está la verdad: somos un gigantesco cartel, nos gobiernan capos y pandillas, sicarios y matones. Aquí es imposible llevar una vida decente. Adiós. Pronto me iré y no pienso regresar jamás. Espero que no se contagien y que sobrevivan a la enfermedad, Y no olviden que yo celebro la llegada de la pandemia porque la verdadera plaga somos nosotros mismos

. Ser la obsesión de un mafioso lo vuelve peligroso, pero que esté enamorado de ti lo vuelve letal.

Nero was shot six times. But he isn’t dead yet. Camille, Greta, and Jace are alive. Giovanni and Brody are dead.” He swallows hard, then says, “Brody wasn’t even a fucking mafioso. He was just a friend.

Humaya Gardens has hundreds of other narco tombs in its sun-beaten soil. It is one of the most bizarre cemeteries in the world. Mausoleums are built of Italian marble and decorated with precious stones, and some even have airconditioning. Many cost above $100,000 to build—more than most Culiacán homes. Inside are surreal biblical paintings next to photos of the deceased, normally in cowboy hats and often clasping guns. In some photos, they pose in fields of marijuana; in other tombs, small concrete planes indicate the buried mafioso was a pilot (transporting the good stuff).

narcos, war on drugs, drug cartels, murder, crime, music, Mexico, violence Humaya Gardens has hundreds of other narco tombs in its sun-beaten soil. It is one of the most bizarre cemeteries in the world. Mausoleums are built of Italian marble and decorated with precious stones, and some even have airconditioning. Many cost above $100,000 to build—more than most Culiacán homes. Inside are surreal biblical paintings next to photos of the deceased, normally in cowboy hats and often clasping guns. In some photos, they pose in fields of marijuana; in other tombs, small concrete planes indicate the buried mafioso was a pilot (transporting the good stuff).

cuando la gente rechaza a los que mandan, no es que no deposite su confianza en nadie, sino que la deposita en cualquiera. Por desgracia, a menudo su búsqueda se centra en charlatanes, mafiosos, fanáticos o una mezcla letal de las tres cosas. Entonces se destruyen las instituciones, la corrupción se vuelve endémica y desaparece la capacidad de hacer política sensata. Incluso es posible que un país se convierta en irreformable. El capital social e institucional necesario para renovarlo desaparece y se convierte en un Estado fallido.

Истинный Mafioso не имеет друзей, только интересы.

Esperanza grabbed a take-out container and a pair of chopsticks from the kitchen and then she plopped down on the open couch. A mafioso hit man was calling Woody a cheesehead. Woody commented that he had no idea what that meant, but he was confident it wasn’t a good thing. Ah, the Woodman. Ten

But how could a mafioso be forced to commit suicide?" I continued. It only goes to show," she said, " that there are forces in this society more terrifying than the mafia. Ding Caichen was no match for them." As to what those " terrifying forces" might be, I couldn't begin to imagine.

There is an old joke that asks, “What do you get when you cross a deconstructionist with a mafioso? Answer: someone who makes you an offer you cannot understand.

[…] Lo sai come funziona in Sicilia, Roberto. Catania è nella Trinacria e non fa eccezione. Basta una vaga diceria, un’infondata calunnia, un vociferato sospetto, una chiacchiera tra comari e ci si può ritrovare con un’etichetta infamante addosso. Puoi essere un mafioso, un parassita, un poco di buono, ma guai se la gente dubita della tua virilità.

Una de las cosas que sí tenía clara acerca de aquellas organizacio-nes era lo que tan bien recitaba aquel dicho italiano: la sangre llama a la sangre. Si traicionas o engañas a un mafioso, ten por seguro que la muerte vendrá a ti; si sales de la mafia, lo harás dentro de una bolsa para cadáveres.

I touch a stack of the bills. The money is soggy and limp, having given up any hope of being palmed into the hands of Mafioso bouncers at a discothèque. It’s grown complacent, moldering in an abandoned house on a mountaintop.

È un incidente di macchina del tutto casuale a mettere in contatto Pietro Rodano, boss mafioso, con Alvise Prosdocimi, docente di storia delle religioni, ed è la ricerca di Chiara, la giovane figlia di Rodano, a unirli in un'avventura mozzafiato che si snoda tra Europa e Medio Oriente.

— Não sou uma boa pessoa, tenho sangue em minhas mãos e já tirei mais vidas do que posso realmente contar, você está em perigo só por estar aqui, Chace, e isso me mata por dentro, porque não tenho forças para fazer o que seria o certo. Eu sou uma vadia egoísta, sei disso, eu quis Gabriel e não descansei até provar para ele que fomos feitos um para o outro, e agora eu quero você.

You knew Stavros was in the mafia, didn't you?" "Sort of? It's not like they make a big production out of it. Nobody's going around wearing lapel pins that say, 'mafioso.' Or whatever the word is in Russian.

I realize that I am expressing a concept that is hard for anyone who is not Sicilian or a mafioso to grasp...A man of honor...must always tell the truth.

glances of the women and the respectful expressions of the men that everyone regarded them as strong, bold, and daring. The Sicilian word for such qualities was mafioso, and it was a compliment.

like a mafioso under interrogation. The mafia response to the law was always to deny everything. Deny totally.

El problema no era que el estado hubiera sido débil, sino que había sido corrupto y asesino, mafioso y genocida. El crimen de sus padres, entre muchos otros, era una prueba irrefutable. Y él se preguntaba en las horas de solaz que tenía en la biblioteca: “si el estado ha sido criminal y torturador en medio de la debilidad, ¿Qué no haría en medio de la fortaleza?

And just like that, he’s gone from the perfect gentleman to a ruthless mafioso.

Eles a mataram bem na minha frente...

La principal amenaza para los mafiosos procede de otros mafiosos.

«Cada mafioso es un monopolista o el acólito de un monopolista»,

Her perfume and liquor scent made my stomach queasy. Whatever pills she mixed with alcohol couldn’t be healthy. She smelled like half the girlfriends of mafiosos did after they’d succumbed to the reality of their purgatorial existence.

Reino Unido dio autonomía a Irlanda de Norte (mucho menor que la del País vasco) sólo una vez que el IRA abandonó las armas, y la suspendió cuando intentó volver a atentar. La España democrática debió soportar durante demasiado tiempo cómo Francia daba cobijo a los terroristas y cómo medios de comunicación «bienintencionados» europeos ofrecían cobertura ideológica a ETA, a la que presentaban a menudo como un «movimiento de liberación nacional» que no obstante se comportaba como un verdadero grupo mafioso que no sólo mataba, sino que vivía del secuestro, la extorsión (8100 millones de pesetas a empresarios) y el atraco (Josu Ugarte, 2018). Y ello, mientras todo el mundo decía apoyar el proceso de transición a la democracia pacífico, encabezado por el rey Juan Carlos y Adolfo Suárez, que resultaba modélico y un ejemplo para otros países, al menos para Latinoamérica y Europa

Reino Unido dio autonomía a Irlanda de Norte (mucho menor que la del País vasco) sólo una vez que el IRA abandonó las armas, y la suspendió cuando intentó volver a atentar. La España democrática debió soportar durante demasiado tiempo cómo Francia daba cobijo a los terroristas y cómo medios de comunicación «bienintencionados» europeos ofrecían cobertura ideológica a ETA, a la que presentaban a menudo como un «movimiento de liberación nacional» que no obstante se comportaba como un verdadero grupo mafioso que no sólo mataba, sino que vivía del secuestro, la extorsión (8100 millones de pesetas a empresarios) y el atraco (Josu Ugarte, 2018). Y ello, mientras todo el mundo decía apoyar el proceso de transición a la democracia pacífico, encabezado por el rey Juan Carlos y Adolfo Suárez, que resultaba modélico y un ejemplo para otros países, al menos para Latinoamérica y Europa del Este.

Me picaba la piel con la necesidad de atraerla hacia mí. Me golpeó la sensación de que la corrompería al tocarla. Mi vida era una donde mi piel estaba regularmente marcada con sangre. La suya era una en la que soñaba con tener un perro y tocar el océano.

corrupción «normal» ahora le debemos añadir la cleptocracia y, a esta, los estados mafiosos.

Ordinary folk behaved like mafiosos. Windows were smashed, homes were burned, legs were broken, money was stolen. Both embittered and emboldened by the knowledge that they wouldn’t live to suffer a lengthy imprisonment, some short-stringers felt almost invincible.

was basically a middle school mafioso

—ETA debe actuar sin interrupción. No le queda otro remedio. Hace tiempo que ha caído en el automatismo de la actividad ciega. Si no hace daño, no es, no existe, no cumple ninguna función. Este modo mafioso de funcionamiento está por encima de la voluntad de sus integrantes. Ni siquiera sus jefes pueden sustraerse a él. Sí, bien, toman decisiones, pero eso es sólo aparente.