Wakanda Quotes

Her name just HAD to be Karen,’ Sonny says. ‘Bet she puts raisins in her potato salad.’ I smirk, and we cross our arms over our chests. Wakanda forever.

Terminus, can you open our defensive barriers here at the main gate?' 'Why would I do that?' 'We'll try the Wakanda thing.' 'The what?' 'You know,' Frank said. 'We'll funnel the enemy into one location. Terminus glowered. 'I do not recall any "Wakanda thing" in the Roman military manuals. But very well.

Welcome to Wakanda, bitch,

You are the best of our people, but you are not yet good enough.

With Wakanda’s help.

Wakanda forever.

You deserved so much more, little flower. You deserved a Wakanda that cherished you.

Para Mary, o problema era claro: ali estava uma possibilidade de trabalho, a qual devia ser aproveitada sem hesitação; Feld pagava bem e a atividade televisiva proporcionaria enorme prestígio; todas as semanas, no final do programa de Coelho Hentman, o nome de Chuck, como um dos escritores, surgiria na tela, para todo o mundo não-comuna. Mary sentiria orgulho, e aí residia o fator-chave: o trabalho do marido seria notavelmente criativo. E para Mary, a criatividade era o abre-te-sésamo da vida; o trabalho para a CIA, programando simulacros para propaganda que tagarelavam mensagens para africanos, latino-americanos e asiáticos incultos, não dava asas à criatividade; as mensagens costumavam ser as mesmas e, de qualquer maneira, a CIA era dona de má reputação nos círculos liberais, vanguardistas e sofisticados frequentados por Mary.

Thousands of years ago, his father had said, a great meteor crashed into Wakanda. Amid the smoking and burning debris, something was found—something that would change the future of their country. It was an energy-absorbing metal that vibrated upon closer inspection. The warriors of Wakanda crafted weapons from it and learned that it was stronger than any mineral, gemstone, or metal they had ever seen. They called it Vibranium.

It’s fine,’ Frank said. ‘Terminus, can you open our defensive barriers here at the main gate?’ ‘Why would I do that?’ ‘We’ll try the Wakanda thing.’ ‘The what?’ ‘You know,’ Frank said. ‘We’ll funnel the enemy into one location.’ Terminus glowered. ‘I do not recall any “Wakanda thing” in the Roman military manuals. But very well.

Had Africa's mineral wealth not been plundered, had its people not been enslaved and made subjects, the possibilities for its future would be limitless.

I will be king. Your country needs me. I'm gonna bring out the best in Wakanda. And what is best in Wakanda is that fantastic pile of vibranium. I'm gonna make 'em love me, baby.

But we were supposed to be exceptional." "Wakanda is exceptional, Baba. And now, more than ever, we need someone to remind us.

Hmm... 'our' country? I have not spoken in this manner in some years. But Wakanda is my home. Wakanda is our home.

Even in their final hours, my parents had hope. Once, they had put their hope in Wakanda. Now, they put their hope in Killmonger who would make Niganda great. Greater than even Wakanda. He promised them power and a country greater than any country in Africa. They were blinded by their desperate faith. Blinded by their hope.

You deserved so much more, little flower. You deserved a Wakanda that cherished you." "But this is the Wakanda we have. And while the Midnight Angels breathe, I swear to you... they shall all pay.

It is a lie- one that makes your life of philosophy possible. We studied a lot together. And yet in all our time we never studied a single nation founded on truth and candor. My teachers were imaginative and visionary. But they dug no wells, built no walls, fed no children. The best of them were only men of theory." "But we were Wakanda. We were the Golden City. We were supposed to be exceptional." "We still are are Wakanda. And we will always be exceptional. You did not condemn us for being mediocre. You condemned us for not being divine .

These men are Wakandan, even in rebellion. Pride in their nation was everything to them. And when the Golden City fell, they fell with it. Now they fashion their very bodies into living bombs, for they measure their lives in the blood of others. I know what haunts them-- shame, hate, rage. I know what shall save them. The Golden City fell. But Wakanda has not yet died.

An empire sustains N’Jadaka’s rule. An empire of slaves. An empire of chains. Chains soon to be broken.

Vamos a intentar hacer la movida de Wakanda.

. . . I quite understand what you’re saying, Wakanda, but I’m afraid I cannot be party to —

Toes curled from here to Wakanda.

Elegy to Black Panther" Yibambe, Mfalme, yibambe on your crossing to the ancestral land Where we imagine the Infinity Gauntlet sitting safely upon your taloned hand. Rest in power, Mfalme, sleep peacefully, for your earthly battles are won; The King of Wakanda forever, our most esteemed, Native son.

For Wakanda!

WORDS ARE THE "ACTED-OUT" VIBRATIONS OF OUR SOULS