Tyler Durden Quotes

I don't want to die without any scars.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.

If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!

Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.

What would Tyler Durden do?

I see in the fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables, slaves with white collars, advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of the history man, no purpose or place, we have no Great war, no Great depression, our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives, we've been all raised by television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't and we're slowly learning that fact. and we're very very pissed off.

Remember this. The people you're trying to step on, we're everyone you depend on. We're the people who do your laundry and cook your food and serve your dinner. We make your bed. We guard you while you're asleep. We drive the ambulances. We direct your call. We are cooks and taxi drivers and we know everything about you. We process your insurance claims and credit card charges. We control every part of your life. We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact. So don't fuck with us.

I’d fight for your love like I’m Tyler Durden. I want you to hit on me as hard as you can.

I love everything about Tyler Durden, his courage and his smarts. His nerve. Tyler is funny and charming and forceful and independent, and men look up to him and expect him to change their world. Tyler is capable and free, and I am not.

The liberator who destroys my property is fighting to save my spirit. The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set me free.

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

You decide your own level of involvement.

This is your life, and its ending one minute at a time.

May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

How Tyler saw it was that getting God's attention for being bad was better than getting no attention at all. Maybe God's hate is better than His indifference. If you could be either God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose? We are God's middle children, according to Tyler Durden, with no special place in history and no special attention. Unless we get God's attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption. Which is worse, hell or nothing? Only if we're caught and punished can we be saved.

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War, No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose? We are God’s middle children, according to Tyler Durden, with no special place in history and no special attention. Unless we get God’s attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption. Which is worse, hell or nothing? Only if we’re caught and punished can we be saved. 'Burn the Louvre,' the mechanic says, 'and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.

You are the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world

Re-creations of the Addams Family house, the abandoned shack in the Evil Dead trilogy, Tyler Durden’s flophouse in Fight Club, and the Lars Homestead on Tattooine.

Sizler özel değilsiniz, sizler güzel yada eşi benzeri olmayan kar tanesi de değilsiniz, sizler işiniz değilsiniz, sizler paranız kadar değilsiniz, bindiğiniz araba değilsiniz, kredi kartlarınızın limiti değilsiniz, sizler iç çamaşırı değilsiniz, sizler her şey gibi çürüyen birer organik maddesiniz... bizler bu dünyanın şarkı söyleyip dans eden yeri geldiğinde dalga geçen yeri geldiğinde gülüp geçen pislikleriyiz. " Tyler Durden

We are God's middle children, according to Tyler Durden, with no special place in history and no special attention.

Autumn is not nobody, but a real, actual force of nature. She is so much more than just some run-of-the-mill person. She's Bette David and Dorothy Parker and Madonna. Autumn is Tyler Durden and Tony Soprano. Autumn is Cthulhu, Destroyer of Worlds.

mă plimb singur prin oraşul pe care l-am întemeiat l-aş recunoaşte şi-n somn farmacia kafka, bulevardul kierkegaard, statuia în care nietzsche îl înnobilează pe cioran, turnul lui schopenhauer, magazinul de piane hölderlin, canalul schumann, parcul de distracţii baudelaire, spânzurătoarea tyler durden singur în oraşul pe care l-am construit prin aceleaşi mijloace prin care au ridicat mafioţii las vegas în deşert prin introspecţie progresivă şi controlată singur

As she fell, Esther wasn’t worried about being blown off course and plummeting into the rocks below. She wasn’t worried about hitting the shallows and pin diving to the ocean floor and shattering her spine. She wasn’t even worried about Cthulhu. (Okay, maybe a little.) What she worried about was Eugene’s willingness to jump. The way he glanced down at the water far below and looked at it like it was home. The way he stepped lightly from the cliff’s edge, and the way he fell through the air faster than she did, dragged down by earth’s magnetic field. The way he flickered in the sunlight as he hit the water, the same way Tyler Durden flashed on-screen four times before you saw him solidly. Foreshadowing the twist to come. Eugene was afraid of demons, and monsters, and above all the dark, but he was not afraid of death. That scared her more than anything.

In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.

After an hour of blather, I started to understand Tyler Durden. Human interaction to him was a program. Behavior was determined by frames and congruence and state and validation and other big-chunk psychological principles. And he wanted to be the Wizard of Oz: the little guy behind the curtain, pulling the strings that made everyone around him think he was a big and powerful master of the realm. I

This was the goal of Project Mayhem, Tyler said, the complete and right-away destruction of civilization.

That world had failed them, because it told them material things were all they’d ever need. It had laid out a life for them instead of letting them choose one for themselves.

Tyler Durden said, “The things you own end up owning you. And it’s not until you lose everything that you are free to do anything!

That’s when I realized that Tyler Durden wasn’t in the community to get laid. He wasn’t motivated by sex. He was motivated by power. Papa’s

It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything. —TYLER DURDEN, FIGHT CLUB

The things you own, end up owning you. Tyler Durden

His name was Tyler Durden, and he was a movie projectionist with the union, and he was a banquet waiter at a hotel, downtown, and he gave me his phone number. And this is how we met.

God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact.” ―Tyler Durden,Fight Club (by Chuck Palahniuk)

In the novel Fight Club, the character Jack’s apartment is blown up. All of his possessions—“every stick of furniture,” which he pathetically loved—were lost. Later it turns out that Jack blew it up himself. He had multiple personalities, and “Tyler Durden” orchestrated the explosion to shock Jack from the sad stupor he was afraid to do anything about. The result was a journey into an entirely different and rather dark part of his life. In Greek mythology, characters often experience katabasis—or “a going down.” They’re forced to retreat, they experience a depression, or in some cases literally descend into the underworld. When they emerge, it’s with heightened knowledge and understanding. Today, we’d call that hell—and on occasion we all spend some time there. We surround ourselves with bullshit. With distractions. With lies about what makes us happy and what’s important. We become people we shouldn’t become and engage in destructive, awful behaviors. This unhealthy and ego-derived state hardens and becomes almost permanent. Until katabasis forces us to face it. Duris dura franguntur. Hard things are broken by hard things. The bigger the ego the harder the fall. It would be nice if it didn’t have to be that way. If we could nicely be nudged to correct our ways, if a quiet admonishment was what it took to shoo away illusions, if we could manage to circumvent ego on our own. But it is just not so. The Reverend William A. Sutton observed some 120 years ago that “we cannot be humble except by enduring humiliations.” How much better it would be to spare ourselves these experiences, but sometimes it’s the only way the blind can be made to see.

»Hay un tipo de mujeres y de hombres jóvenes y fuertes que quieren dar su vida por una causa. La publicidad hace que compren ropas y coches que no necesitan. Generaciones y generaciones han desempeñado trabajos que odiaban para poder comprar cosas que en realidad no necesitan.

El trabajo era aburrido y le paga una mierda, y por eso el presidente de la junta local del sindicato de operarios de cines independientes y del sindicato nacional de operadores de cine le estaba haciendo un favor laboral a Tyler Durden dándole una diplomática patada en el culo.

It’s a type of frame control,” Tyler Durden replied. A frame is an NLP term: It is the perspective through which one sees the world. Whoever’s frame—or subjective reality—is the strongest tends to dominate an interaction. “Style has all these really subtle ways of keeping control of the frame and getting people to qualify themselves to him. He makes sure that the focus is always on him. I’m writing a post about it.” “That’s awesome,” I said. Suddenly, Papa, Tyler Durden, and the students laughed. “That’s one of the things you do,” Papa said. “Tyler’s writing about that.” “What? I just said ‘awesome.’ That’s because I think it’s hilarious. Seriously, I can’t wait to read it.” They all laughed again. Evidently I was Stylemogging them. “See,” Tyler Durden said. “You’ll use curiosity as a frame to get rapport and make the other person lose social value. When you show approval like that, it makes you the authority and makes other people want to seek your validation. We’re teaching that.” “Shit,

götüyle inatlaşan donuna sıçar.

This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. —TYLER DURDEN, FIGHT CLUB Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have. —RABBI HYMAN SCHACHTEL

Dopo un quarto di secolo passato nel settore dell’Hospitality e del Travel, io non punto a diventare Ministro del Turismo. Punto a diventarne il Tyler Durden…

It’s a type of frame control,” Tyler Durden replied. A frame is an NLP term: It is the perspective through which one sees the world. Whoever’s frame—or subjective reality—is the strongest tends to dominate an interaction. “Style has all these really subtle ways of keeping control of the frame and getting people to qualify themselves to him. He makes sure that the focus is always on him. I’m writing a post about it.” “That’s

There was one fledgling PUA, in particular, whom Papa bonded with: a twenty-two-year-old Canadian who had discovered the pickup scene when his mother stumbled across a seduction website. He called himself Tyler Durden, after the seditious character in Fight Club. And like a virus or a demagogue (choose your simile), he would eventually change the course of the community and everyone in it. He

#26 “We work jobs we hate, to buy things we don’t need, to impress people we don’t like.” -Tyler Durden #27 “Your time is limited so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.” -Steve Jobs

I owe it to the fake Kemper, who I’m now accepting in my mind as a sort of Tyler Durden-type imaginary friend. If Edward Norton can pull it off in Fight Club, then it’s a good enough rationalization for me. Plus, his was Brad Pitt, so ya know. Pretty awesome. But I’d take Officer Kemper over Brad any day. Sorry not sorry.

It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything. —TYLER DURDEN, FIGHT CLUB

You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. —TYLER DURDEN, FIGHT CLUB

There was a lesson here, perhaps the last one this community would teach me. And that was always to follow my instincts and first impressions. I hadn’t trusted either Papa or Tyler Durden when I’d first met them. I found Papa spoiled and robotic, and Tyler Durden soulless and manipulative. And though they’d made great leaps forward when it came to fashion and game, Mystery was right: The scorpion can’t deny its nature.