Silver Surfer Quotes

You can read minds, and you didn't tell me?” Link stared at me like he just found out I was the Silver Surfer. He rubbed his head nervously. “Hey, man, all that stuff about Lena? I was yankin’ your chain.” He looked away. “Are you doin’ it now? You're doin’ it, aren't you? Dude, get out of my head.” He backed away from me and into the bookshelf. “I can't read your mind, you idiot.

If sacred places are spared the ravages of war... then make all places sacred. And if the holy people are to be kept harmless from war... then make all people holy.

Passion begets hunger. Hunger consumes worlds. - Silver Surfer

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It is a strange thing to realize... but our failures so often place us where we need to be.

Oh, Ego. I see your wound. The pain you must be in.

You are all the same species, you have the same goals, the same dreams, the same fears...eat the same food, sleep the same sleep...So you have to go out of your way to divide yourselves, to make it easier to kill one another. Boundaries, nations, blocks, creeds, names, fashion. You kill one another for a pair of sneakers. Your leaders oppress and exploit you for their own power, and you allow it happily, if in so doing they can kill those who you have decided are not like you. You are a race of madmen.

Never shall I truly understand the human race.  What do they seek to prove by their eternal battling? What glory do they find in harming a fellow being? Or, as I sometimes suspect, have I been condemned to a world where madness reigns?” -- the Silver Surfer in Fantastic Four #55, by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, Joe Sinnott, Sammy Rosen, and Irving Forbush.

When in a superior bargaining position, one should never make the first move.

Then, in far less time than it takes to tell - - The blip is gone - - But the wonderment begins - -

Perhaps we all felt the same way? Changed outside by the passing of the years, but pretty much the same inside. Battered by our life experiences but still standing.

It's like whenever a friend wants to show me their favorite movie... ... and it's great and all, but... ... I'd rather see something that they hadn't seen before. So we could watch it for the first time together.

When you start crafting a story and characters, there is something so crazy important that you must always keep it in the back of your mind: there is no single force on this planet more powerful than that of empathy...   Hulk knows your likely counter already: “Oh yeah, Hulk? Well what about Galactus! Galactus is totally the most powerful!!!!”   Pssssh. How does Galactus get defeated? It’s because Alicia Masters appeals to the Silver Surfer's sense of empathy, which causes him to join the Fantastic Four and defeat his former master!   Empathy, bitches. Empathy.

Christy dug her hand deeper into her shoulder bag. Scanning the papers she finally located there, she found no phone numbers or addresses listed. All the plans had been made in such haste. All she knew was that someone was supposed to meet her here. She was here, and he or she wasn't. Never in her life had she felt so completely alone. Stranded with nowhere to turn. A prayer came quickly to her lips. "Father God, I'm at Your mercy here. I know You're in control. Please show me what to do." Suddenly she heard a voice calling to her. "Kilikina!" Christy's heart stopped. Only one person in the entire world had ever called her by her Hawaiian name. She spun around. "Kilikina," called out the tall, blond surfer who was running toward her. Christy looked up into the screaming silver-blue eyes that could only belong to one person. "Todd?" she whispered, convinced she was hallucinating. "Kilikina," Todd wrapped his arms around her so tightly that for an instant she couldn't breathe. He held her a long time. Crying. She could feel his warm tears on her neck. She knew this had to be real. But how could it be? "Todd?" she whispered again. "How? I mean, what...? I don't..." Todd pulled away, and for the first time she noticed the big gouquet of white carnations in his hand. They were now a bit squashed. "For you," he said, his eyes clearing and his rich voice sounding calm and steady. Then, seeing her shocked expression, he asked, "You really didn't know I was here, did you?" Christy shook her head, unable to find any words. "Didn't Dr. Benson tell you?" She shook her head again. "You mean you came all this way by yourself, and you didn't even know I was here?" Now it was Todd's turn to look surprised. "No, I thought you were in Papua New Guinea or something. I had no idea you were here!" "They needed me here more," Todd said with a chin-up gesture toward the beach. "It's the perfect place for me." With a wide smile spreading above his square jaw, he said, "Ever since I received the fax yesterday saying they were sending you, I've been out of my mind with joy! Kilikina, you can't imagine how I've been feeling." Christy had never heard him talk like this before. Todd took the bouquet from her and placed it on top of her luggage. Then, grasping both her quivering hands in his and looking into her eyes, he said, "Don't you see? There is no way you or I could ever have planned this. It's from God." The shocked tears finally caught up to Christy's eyes, and she blinked to keep Todd in focus. "It is," she agreed. "God brought us back together, didn't He?" A giggle of joy and delight danced from her lips. "Do you remember what I said when you gave me back your bracelet?" Todd asked. "I said that if God ever brought us back together, I would put that bracelet back on your wrist, and that time, it would stay on forever." Christy nodded. She had replayed the memory of that day a thousand times in her mind. It had seemed impossible that God would bring them back together. Christy's heart pounded as she realized that God, in His weird way, had done the impossible. Todd reached into his pocket and pulled out the "Forever" ID bracelet. He tenderly held Christy's wrist, and circling it with the gold chain, he secured the clasp. Above their heads a fresh ocean wind blew through the palm trees. It almost sounded as if the trees were applauding. Christy looked up from her wrist and met Todd's expectant gaze. Deep inside, Christy knew that with the blessing of the Lord, Todd had just stepped into the garden of her heart. In the holiness of that moment, his silver-blue eyes embraced hers and he whispered, "I promise, Kilikina. Forever." "Forever," Christy whispered back. Then gently, reverently, Todd and Christy sealed their forever promise with a kiss.

They learned about purity before they learned about sex, and they have a silver ring to prove it. They watched The Passion of the Christ, Soul Surfer, or the latest Kirk Cameron film with their youth group. They attended Promise Keepers with guys from church and read Wild at Heart in small groups. They’ve learned more from Pat Robertson, John Piper, Joyce Meyer, and The Gospel Coalition than they have from their pastor’s Sunday sermons. The diffusion of evangelical consumer culture extends far beyond the orbit of evangelical churches. Cultural evangelicalism has made deep inroads into mainline Christianity,

Try Galactus and Silver Surfer fusing together in the MC2-verse weird.

watched Looney Toons, I was hoping to see a Tasmanian Devil. They are always so irrational and furious. Always makes me laugh. That and Wylie Coyote; optimism in the face of insurmountable odds.’ ‘Interesting,’ Kit said, ‘I know about your unusual taste in novelty pj’s, so you like irrational and furious plus optimism.

But even as Kirby’s Promethean concepts spun in all directions, he was, by the summer of 1967, all but finished creating new Marvel heroes. “I’m not going to give them another Silver Surfer” was the oft-repeated reasoning he gave to friends.

Did you know? Duke Kahanamoku competed in four Olympics from 1912 to 1932 setting three world-records, while winning three gold medals, two silver, and one bronze.

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Sometimes our mistakes put us exactly where we need to be... I guess that's what I've learned to love about travel... You meet so many random people. You're not so closed off. You're more open to yourself.

Words didn’t come. I couldn’t formulate a thought. I was too startled. These three figures lying in the sand in front of me weren’t surfers at all. They weren’t even people. From their facial features and upper torsos, they looked kind of like women, but all three of them had silver-colored skin. They were bald, with strange ridges marking their skulls. None of them seemed to have ears, only holes in the sides of their heads. No nose was visible, not even a bone or nostrils filled that space between their eyes and mouths. Although their mouths seemed to be moving, they were actually breathing through what looked like gills in their necks. And if that wasn’t weird enough, instead of legs, their upper torsos stretched out into long, scale-covered, silver fishtails. If I had to say what these things stranded in front of me, splattered with oil, appeared to be, I’d say mermaids. And no, they didn’t look like they’d start singing songs or granting me wishes. They looked a little bit scary—but fragile too. Most of all, they looked like they were going to die, and no handsome prince was there to kiss them and keep them from turning into sea foam.

And now, she is here with me.. Strange... how one person can make life feel so new.

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The only thing you shouldn’t wear at your age is the weight of other people’s opinions,

My years with Tom had somehow crushed a lot of my self-belief. Although crushed was probably the wrong word. It hadn't been as simple as that or as instant. Tom's campaign of making me feel unworthy, second-rate, was more a gentle but persistent squeeze over the years, so gradual that I hadn't really noticed.

There’s nothing worse than trying to forgive someone who’s not sorry or hoping for an apology I’d never get.

Somehow now things were different. I felt new stirrings of confidence, I couldn’t change the past, but I could be in control of my future.

Changed outside by the passing of the years, but pretty much the same inside. Battered by our life experiences but still standing.

If we turn from battle because there is little hope of victory, where then would valor be? Let it ever be the goal that stirs us, not the odds.