Ms Marvel Quotes

A hero is just somebody who tries to do the right thing even when it's hard. There are more of us than you think.

Good is not a thing you are. It's a thing you do.

There's this ayah from the Quran that my dad always quotes when he sees something bad on TV. A fire or a flood or a bombing. "Whoever kills one person, it is as if he has killed all of mankind... And whoever saves one person, it is as if he has saved all of mankind." When I was a little kid, that always made me feel better. Because no matter how bad things get there are always people who rush in to help. And according to my dad they are blessed.

Good is not a thing you are. It's a thing you do.

Good is not a thing you are. It is a thing you do.

It's not the size of the girl in the fight that counts... it's the size of the fight in the girl! -MISS MARVEL

Who am I? It seems like an easy question. And then I realize... Maybe what I said to those cops wasn't a joke. Maybe the name belongs to whoever has the courage to fight. And so I tell them. I tell them who I am.

We are faith. We speak all languages of beauty and hardship.

Kamala: You're WOLVERINE! My Wolverine-and-Storm-in-space fanfic was the third-most upvoted story on Freaking Awesome last month! Logan: Oh my God. Kamala: I had you guys fighting this giant alien blob that farts wormholes! Logan: Sounds great, kid. [pause] Logan: Wait--so what was the MOST upvoted story? Kamala: Umm...Cyclops and Emma Frost's romantic vacation in Paris? Logan: This is the worst day of my life.

Sometimes you need to see a place through new eyes in order to understand what you've missed.

You always have a choice. You can't stop what's coming, but you can decide how you meet it. The fate of the world is out of your hands. It always was. But your fate--what you decide to do right now-- is still up to you.

Unique is not the same as alone.

That's half of heroing. Noticing things.

That is what is marvelous about school, she realized: when you are in school, your talents are without number, and your promise is boundless. You ace a math test: you will one day work for NASA. The choir director asks you to sing a solo at the holiday concert: you are the next Mariah Carey. You score a goal, you win a poetry contest, you act in a play. And you are everything at once: actor, astronomer, gymnast, star. But at a certain point, you begin to feel your talents dropping away, like feathers from a molting bird. Cello lessons conflict with soccer practice. There aren't enough spots on the debating team. Calculus remains elusive. Until the day you realize that you cannot think of a single thing you are wonderful at.

You’re not a true fan if you only like the Marvel movies; you can’t be in the anime community unless you speak fluent Japanese; you’re not allowed to dress up as Ms. Marvel unless you’ve read every Ms. Marvel comic, ever.

But being someone else isn't liberating. It's exhausting.

Even if you can only do the littlest bit of good, you have to keep going, because that little bit of good may save someone's life.

Sometimes the places and people you thought were safe look different once you've seen them from another perspective.

There's always that one group of people who think they have special permission to terrorize anybody who disagrees with them. And then everybody who looks like them suffers.

You know those day you sometimes have? The days that seem totally ordinary when you wake up, but by the time you go to sleep that night, your whole life is divided into before that day and after that day? This is one of those days.

Oh my God, can we not talk about puberty?! I'm still not over my mom's "you're a woman now" speech.

But you can’t go through a pilgrimage and not come out changed.

I am Ms. Marvel,” she said, “a registered superhuman. Real name, Carol Danvers. I’m here to assist you. Please stand back and allow me to—” Tony

Why are kids like me always being drafted into wars we didn't start?

The only power worth a snot is the power to get up after you fall down.

So why is it so hard to be kind? Why does being nice feel so embarrassing? Why can't we just say "Hey, it could've been me. I've sent those emails. I've taken those selfies. I've tried to hide stuff from my parents. It could've been me, so I'm gonna help you through it. I'm gonna stand with you through the waves of mortifying embarrassment and it's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay because we're gonna make it okay." Imagine what would happen if compassion were normal. Imagine how many people would still be here. Imagine that.

He's holding my hand! A boy is holding my hand! This is happening! I should let go. I should blush and act shy. Like a girl from the movies. But that's not what I do. I hold on.

Nobody as the right to give up on a whole generation before it's even had a right to prove itself.

Real life is important. If we don’t stay involved in what’s going on in the world, how do we know we’re not gonna end up falling for the next evil genius who wants to use us for some crazy scheme?

There's this ayah from the Quran that my dad always quotes when he sees something bad on TV. A fire or a flood or a bombing. "Whoever kills one person, it is as if he has killed all of mankind... And whoever saves one person, it is as if he has saved all of mankind." When I was a little kid, that always made me feel better. Because no matter how bad things get there are always people who rush in to help. And according to my dad they are blessed.

Who am I? It seems like an easy question. And then I realize.. Maybe what I said to those cops wasn't a joke. Maybe the name belongs to whoever has the courage to fight. And so I tell them. I tell them who I am You can call me Ms. Marvel. And if you cooperate, I won't throw you again.

Some books don't answer the inside, I read one comic called Ms.Marvel! Under Marvel can be understand that this person is powerful and can handle a lot of stuff, but reality this wasn't a powerful one or one strong. This guy was a guy who just called the Avengers like Iron Man for help!

I'm not short! I'm petite!

A farmer had a beautiful, powerful horse that was the envy of his neighbors in the community. One day the horse jumped the fence and ran away. The farmer's neighbors were quick to come over and offer their regrets over the farmer's loss of such a horse. He simply shrugged and said, “Good thing, bad thing, who knows?” Then one day the horse came back to the farm along with five magnificent wild horses. The farmer and his son corralled the horses to train them for work on the farm. When they saw the horses, the neighbors rushed over to admire the horses and marvel at the farmer's good fortune. In response to their comments, he just shrugged and said, “Good thing, bad thing, who knows?” A few days later, the farmer's son was training one of the new horses and fell off and severely broke his leg. After several months, it became clear that the son would never walk normally again. The neighbors came by to offer their condolences over the son's infirmity. The farmer shrugged and said, “Good thing, bad thing, who knows?” Then war came to the kingdom and all of the young, able-bodied males were conscripted for the king's army, likely to never return home again. Because of his broken leg, the farmer's son was left at home. The neighbors, with much grief at their own losses, came by to comment on the farmer's good fortune in keeping his son. The farmer simply replied, “Good thing, bad thing, who knows?” Of course, the point of the story is you never know how things are going to play out over the long run, so why spend a lot of energy on mulling over whether any particular outcome is good or bad? Things can and will change. I think the reason Diane and I use “Good thing, bad thing, who knows?” as a catch phrase is that our experience with my multiple sclerosis has taught us to suspend judgment on what could happen or is likely to happen in life. It's taught us both to be more mindful—aware and intentional—about how we live our lives. In this final chapter of the book, I want to share some of those mindfulness lessons I've learned from MS in the hope that they'll be useful to you on your journey.

Sometimes you have to face the end of the world ... to find the beginning of something better.

This is not saving the world. This is admitting the world is over. This is saying our generation will never matter. But we have to matter. If we don't, there is no future worth saving.

Would the guy who saves the world really beat up a sixteen year old girl and steal her dog?!

Yes! He stole my dog! And he almost killed us! This is the guy you're protecting! This is teh guy you think is going to save the world by turning you into lightbulbs! Can't you see he's got you totally brainwashed?!

Ms. Marvel: So I've gotta convince people to choose between an incumbent nobody likes and a fringe candidate working for a secret society of evildoers? Mike: Welcome to democracy.

I want a refund. I want a refund on life.

Nobody has the right to give up on a whole generation before it's even had the chance to prove itself. We're all in this together, and we've got to remember that.

He was tall and thin with a thatch of unruly black hair. His suit was impeccable. His tie matched his pocket square. And he spoke with a British accent. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said politely. “But I believe you’re in my seat.” “You’ve got the wrong room,” grumbled Stubbs. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m having a conference with my client.” “Except, according to this Substitution of Counsel form, she’s my client,” the other man replied as he showed Stubbs a piece of paper. This brought an instant smile to Sara’s face. Stubbs eyed the man. “That doesn’t make any sense. She can’t afford a fancy lawyer like you. She doesn’t have any money.” “Of course she doesn’t have any money. She’s twelve. Twelve-year-olds don’t have money. They have bicycles and rucksacks. This one, however, also happens to have an attorney. This paper says I’ve been retained to represent Ms. Sara Maria Martinez.” He turned to her and smiled. “Is that you?” “Yes, sir.” “Brilliant. That means I’m in the right place.” “Who retained you?” asked the public defender. “An interested party,” said the man. “Beyond that, it’s not your concern. So if you’ll please leave, Sara and I have much to talk about. We’re due before a judge shortly.” Stubbs mumbled to himself as he shoveled his papers into his briefcase. “I’m going to check this out.” “There’s a lovely lady named Valerie who can help you,” said the British man. “She’s with the clerk of the court on the seventh floor.” “I know where she is,” Stubbs snapped as he squeezed past the man into the hallway. He started to say something else, but instead just made a frustrated noise and stormed off. Once Stubbs was gone, the new attorney closed the door and sat across from Sara. “I’ve never seen that before,” he marveled. “He literally left the room in a huff.” She had no idea who might have hired an attorney for her, but she was certainly happy with the change. “I’ve never seen it either.

Other people will look at you and see only their own shortcomings. Ignore them. You know your way around yourself--that is what matters.

And then there's the fact that you can't really run away from bad stuff. You just trade the bad stuff from one place for the bad stuff of a different place.

To me, it is far nobler to create my own meaning derived from that around me, using my critical faculties, than to accept unquestioningly the meaning that a superdeity has enforced upon me. The same with beauty and the universe around us. There is something worth dwelling on in that notion that we don’t need for a god to cause and define that universe—that beauty, that spectacle—when we are appreciating it. Whether it be an incredibly complex yet symmetrical mathematical equation, a butterfly’s wings or the expansive Hubble space telescope pictures of nebulae and clouds of space dust and gases, there is much to marvel at in the universe. It’s even more marvelous that there is no painter at nature’s easel.

Mike [looking at the Beastron 3-D Printer]: Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Kamala: I don't know, are you thinking about how cool it would be to 3D-print gallons of this protein and fill a bunch of empty hairspray bottles with it? Mike: That's exactly what I'm thinking. Kamala: Look out evildoers. Mike: Time to science.

Your headscarf is so pretty, Kiki. I love that color…. But I mean… nobody pressured you to start wearing it, right? Your father or somebody? Nobody’s going honor kill you? I’m just concerned." Nakia responds, “Actually my dad wants me to take it off. He thinks it’s a phase.

Spiderman: Hey, Ms. Marvel, watch the wings! They're sharper than they -- Kid's Frozen. Probably Never Faced Anything Like This Before. Gotta Snap Her Out Of It. But How -- Ah. Got It. Spiderman: Hey! You know my "Slingshot" Maneuver? The one I've done with Captain Marvel a few times. Ms. Marvel: F-Fuh Four Times! All her fans love it! You did against the Spider-Slayer's insect army, and when you fought Terminus...that was SO cool! I made it my wallpaper! Spiderman: Great! 'Cause we're doing it now! Ms. Marvel: With ME? I-- I-- Ms. Marvel: I'm doing it! I'm totally doing the Captain Marvel Slingshot Maneuver! Ms. Marvel: This is the BEST DAY EVER!

Spider-Man: Gotcha! You okay kid? Ms. Marvel: Uh-- Uh-- Ms. Marvel: Oh my! GOSH! You're SPIDER-MAN! I'm in a SPIDER-MAN TEAM-UP! Spider-Man: Oy! Look, I put on my suit on one web at a time-- Ms. Marvel: Did you really date CAROL DANVERS?! Ms. Marvel: I TOTALLY ship SPIDER-MARVEL! I mean, WONDERMAN'S cute, but-- You have to tell me EVERYTHING! Is she always so cool? Does she do her own hair? What music does she like? Spider-Man: Man, that woman has some DIE-HARD fans. Spider-Man: Yes, there was a date. Let's leave it there, okay?

I gotta write Mrs. Finkelstein from Home Ec For Nerds a serious thank-you note.

Friendship is not a zone, you idiot! It's something good and real and anyone who doesn't understand that needs a dictionary.