Yoda Quotes

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.

Every time I question him about the feasibility, he smiles at me like he's Yoda and I'm just a dumbass without the Force.

Oh great. Yoda captured us.

You stole my car." "Borrowed it I did, return it I will." "Okay Yoda, can I have the woman whose body you stole back?

Wow, is that Katniss making out with Yoda?

Don’t let the past ruin your future. (Acheron) Meaning what, oh great Yoda? (Kyrian) You take care of the kid. I’ll take care of your patrol tonight. I could use the target practice. (Acheron)

Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will...

Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.

Ryuu stepped forward. "Meryn, listen carefully. Elizabeth is not only your new sister, she will also be your Yoda. She will teach you and guide you in the ways of using the force, so that you will master paranormal politics. Learn well, young padawan." He clapped a hand on Meryn's shoulder.

YODA Nay, nay! Try thou not. But do thou or do thou not, For there is no “try.

His expression changed, and he took a step back. He looked away. "When you said it was broken, you were just being-" "No! It is. My phone. Broken." Now she sounded like Yoda on crack.

Get out of here. Yoda so does not have an English accent!' 'Other than that you're saying I'm a dead ringer?' 'If the shoe fits.' 'Sheesh, I hate tall girls.

When single you are,” Roger said, imitating Yoda dispensing advice to Luke, “get laid you can. When married you get, make love you do.

Sorry, sometimes when I try to rhyme I end up sounding like Yoda.

A Master Jedi feels emotions, but they do not allow them to influence their reasoning. Yoda told Luke that he would know the good from the bad when he was 'calm, at peace.

The force is strong with this one.” Sloane laughed. “All right there, Yoda.” “Please,” Dex scoffed. “We both know I’d be Han. You can be Luke.” “Okay, Han.” “Ash would be Vader. Ew, Ash would be your dad.

No offense-but until I see it, I'm not going to believe it." "And that is why you will fail." Adrian cursed and hit the door. "Great, you've got him channeling Yoda again. Can we get moving before he levitates my fucking bike?

Hey! When he dug into it, rifling through her things, she snapped, "Go Yoda someone else's supplies, asshole.

So Yoda sounds like our best bet as an energy source. But with world electricity consumption pushing 2 terawatts, it would take a hundred million Yodas to meet our demands. All things considered, switching to Yoda power probably isn't worth the trouble — though it would definitely be green.

In a dark place we find ourselves, and a little more knowledge lights our way.

Fear and anger, Yoda had often warned him, were slaves to the dark side. Vaguely, Luke wondered which side curiosity served.

Sometimes she's my personal Yoda. If Yoda was a woman and had a gold grill. Unfortunately, she doesn't know who Yoda is.

He is kind of like Yoda... 'There is only do or do not. There is no try.'" That actually succeeded in making her laugh through her tears. "you're a Star Wars fan?" "Oh yeah. May the Force be with you.

Wisdom you speak, Obi Tina.' 'None of that - I'm the one who gets to speak backwards - no, we're both wrong - that's the little green guy, Yoda.' 'You're right. So I just get to pout and act badly when you try and teach me anything.' 'Try channelling Luke rather than Annakin - the outcome is better.

Thank you, Yoda. Feel the force, Luke.

I think," Obi-Wan said carefully, "that abstractions like peace don't mean much to him. He's loyal to people, not to principles. And he expects loyalty in return. He will stop at nothing to save me, for example, because he thinks I would do the same for him." Mace and Yoda gazed at him steadily, and Obi-Wan had to lower his head. "Because," he admitted reluctantly, "he knows I would do the same for him.

Erik grinned. "Do or do not. There is no try." Only Erik would quote Yoda in bed.

Not saving you from this storm, mutant,” he said. “Saving you for your later fate, we are.” His voice was weirdly inflected and metallic, like an automated answering machine. “Oh, good. Yoda captured us,” Fang whispered.

Good find,” Ethan said. “Yeah,” Jeff agreed. “It’s pretty awesome. Like finding the Higgs boson.” Silence. “Aw, no physics fans here? Learn things you must,” Jeff said in his best Yoda voice. I rolled my eyes.

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.

Trevor realized that the odd thing about English is that no matter how much you screw sequences word up up, you understood, still, like Yoda, will be. Other languages don't work that way. French? Dieu! Misplace a single le or la and an idea vaporizes into a sonic puff. English is flexible: you can jam it into a Cuisinart for an hour, remove it, and meaning will still emerge.

Self editing is the path to the dark side. Self editing leads to self delusion, self delusion leads to missed mistakes, missed mistakes lead to bad reviews. Bad reviews are the tools of the dark side.

I handed my tools. The two of them reached down to help me out of the crater I'd dug. ''Isn't that a little deep?'' Yoda asked. ''It'll help the roots get established,'' I explained. ''Established where? China?

Everyone's life changes when they meet their Obi-Wan & their Yoda, or their Morpheus & their Oracle; those who help remove the veil.

The Force- always may it be with you.

Think of me like Yoda, but instead of being little and green I wear suits.

I see Bob’s been giving you lessons in asshole-do.” He turned to me and bowed. “Thank you so much for your instruction, Sensei.” “You are welcome, Pad-a-half.” “I’m not up to Pad-a-one yet, Master Yoda?” “Not quite.

No! Try not! Do or do not, there is no try.

Sometimes I wonder if all my friends are insane.

Never underestimate the power of the dark side.

Yeah. I’m like Yoda except taller, younger and hotter.

Maxine,” Grant said, but I barely heard him. I was lost in that vision, in those emotions—the pain, and hunger for pain, forming the root of so much agonized rage. “ ‘Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate,’” I muttered. “Yoda, from Star Wars?” “ ‘Hate leads to suffering.’” I met his gaze. “Yoda knows his shit, man.” Grant’s mouth crooked in a gentle smile.

"Get it you will. Worry you don't," he said in a weird voice. "Are you possessed?" Aislynn asked, making Jace throw back his head in laughter. "Did you just develop a speech impediment? Oh my God! Are you having a stroke? Is that why you can't talk right?" "Yoda is going to be so pissed. May the force protect you, because he sure won't.

When you fall, be there to catch you, I will.

When you look at the dark side, careful you must be ... for the dark side looks back.

Cheers the spirit, humor does, even at the darkest times.

If no mistake have you made, yet losing you are . . . a different game you should play. —YODA

[Luke:] I can’t believe it. [Yoda:] That is why you fail.

(Quidquid latine dictum, altum videtur.) "It means 'anything sounds profound in Latin.' The literal translation is 'everything said in Latin seems deep.' But that sounds like Yoda-speak.

Do or do not, there is no try.

Your rack looks fabulous in this dress. You should wear this one. He’ll lose his shit when he sees you in it.” “You always know the right things to say,” I joked. “I know. I’m like a super-hot version of Yoda.

For modern people the pursuit of wisdom sounds like something you'd have to travel to Tibet for. To us, wisdom is mystical and esoteric. It conjures up images of cave-dwelling hermits, saffron-robed monks, and, well, Yoda.

Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.

do or do not... there is no try

You’re not swimming in glory until you find someone to swim with you. Glory isn’t glory if you don’t have someone to share it with. It’s just pride and bullshit on your own.” Unbelievable. Will Jones wasn’t only one badass cowboy; he pretty much could have been the love child of John Wayne and Yoda.

But this hunch is all we have to go on, and every time I question him about feasibility, he smiles at me like he's Yoda and I'm just a dumbass without the Force.

YODA: O, great warrior! A great warrior you seek? Wars not make one great.

things considered, switching to Yoda power probably isn’t worth the trouble—though it would definitely be green.

Great, Yoda wrote the directions.

When did everything get so damn complicated?” “When your life became about more than just football.” “You sound like Yoda.” I grinned. “It’s the beer.

This realization allowed me to calm myself enough to heed the whispered advice of Master Yoda now on repeat in my head: Let go of your anger.

Each life, a flame in the Force is. Beautiful. Unique. Glowing and precious, it stands, to bravely cast its own small light against the darkness that would consume it.” Yoda

Don’t walk over here. Be over here.” I gave up. “You know, I can’t tell if you’re channeling Obi-Wan or Yoda more.” “Dutch, don’t make me come get you.

Do or do not, there is no try. -Yoda

Audie was the cleverest man Moss had ever met. He was Yoda. He was Gandalf. He was Morpheus. Now he’d become a walking suicide note.

- Tu sei Lilac Zinna, sei fatta di coraggio e di testardaggine. Non c'è spazio in te per la paura. Senza contare che la paura conduce all'ira, e l'ira produce odio, e l'odio genera sofferenza. Parola di Yoda. - Yoda? - Un piccolo animaletto protagonista di un film proibito che ho visto tempo fa. Molto saggio.

And her eyes, violet, like the sky before a storm. Ralph and Trish had brown eyes. Max's were hazel. But Ondine. No, Ondine's eyes had to be purple, wide set, and heavily lashed. Beyonce and Yoda's love child.

Then, unprompted, Henry says into the stretching stillness, “Return of the Jedi.” A beat. “What?” “To answer your question,” Henry says. “Yes, I do like Star Wars, and my favorite is Return of the Jedi.” “Oh,” Alex says. “Wow, you’re wrong.” Henry huffs out the tiniest, most poshly indignant puff of air. It smells minty. Alex resists the urge to throw another elbow. “How can I be wrong about my own favorite? It’s a personal truth.” “It’s a personal truth that is wrong and bad.” “Which do you prefer, then? Please show me the error of my ways.” “Okay, Empire.” Henry sniffs. “So dark, though.” “Yeah, which is what makes it good,” Alex says. “It’s the most thematically complex. It’s got the Han and Leia kiss in it, you meet Yoda, Han is at the top of his game, fucking Lando Calrissian, and the best twist in cinematic history. What does Jedi have? Fuckin’ Ewoks.” “Ewoks are iconic.” “Ewoks are stupid.” “But Endor.” “But Hoth. There’s a reason people always call the best, grittiest installment of a trilogy the Empire of the series.” “And I can appreciate that. But isn’t there something to be valued in a happy ending as well?” “Spoken like a true Prince Charming.” “I’m only saying, I like the resolution of Jedi. It ties everything up nicely. And the overall theme you’re intended to take away from the films is hope and love and … er, you know, all that. Which is what Jedi leaves you with a sense of most of all.

Do or do not, there is no try.

A bat flies straight towards my face. it gives me a perfect view of of possibly one of the ugliest creatures alive. It has long ears and what looks like a piece of salad on the end of its nose. I'm being attacked by Master Yoda with wings!

There is nothing loving about encouraging fear. Nothing. Fear leads to darkness, depression, anger, irrationality, anxiety, consternation, unrest, and ultimately, destruction. Fear, as Yoda reminds us all, is the path to the Dark Side. Fear is a weapon, not a productive tool. Fear is a means of control. Fear should never be the basis for why anyone does anything regarding the health of the mind, body, and spirit.

The greatest teacher, failure is. We are what they grow beyond. That is the true burden of all masters.

Lost his mind, he has, Wolfe said. “Keen observation, Yoda,” I said.

(“There is no try. Only do. Yoda said that, and he was awesome.”).

Do...or do not... There is no try." ~Yoda

Do or do not. There is no try.” You just can’t argue with Master Yoda logic. You just can’t.

He didn’t lead anyone on, or make any promises. Instead he conveyed a sense of calm and equanimity, like a man who had banished from his life all superfluous sentiment, all longings and all patience for the nonessential. He was like Yoda, Buddha and the Gladiator all rolled into one.

This party is lame!" Braeden said loudly. "WOLVES, party at my dorm!" he yelled. People cheered. "Dude, how the fuck are you gonna fit all these people in your tiny-ass room?" He grinned. "Sure as hell will be fun to try." Out in front of the Omega house, there was hardly anyone around; they were all too busy in the back, checking out the drama. We were silent a moment. Then Braeden said, "You don't need them. You got more than enough talent to bring in the NFL on your own." "Fuck," I muttered. "When did everything get so damn complicated?" "When your life became about more than just football." "You sound like Yoda." I grinned. "It's the beer." - Braeden & Romeo

So Yoda sounds like our best bet as an energy source. But with world electricity consumption pushing 2 terawatts, it would take a hundred million Yodas to meet our demands. All things considered, switching to Yoda power probably isn’t worth the trouble—though it would definitely be green.

Oh, you think this is funny? Well, Sierra was right! You are like a blue clit master! Did you have some little Yoda-like creature teach you his ways? Fuck her, do not. Come, she cannot. Wait, no, that doesn’t work. Jedis use light sabers, and clearly you have an issue with using yours!” she fumes, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry because she just referred to my dick as a Star Wars

Say what you will about the wisdom of ancient Master Yoda, or the deadly skill of grim Mace Windu, the courage of Ki-Adi-Mundi, or the subtle wiles of Shaak Ti; the greatness of all these Jedi is unquestioned, but it pales next to the legend that has grown around Kenobi and Skywalker. They stand alone.

It was there that I met a counselor named Burton, a Yoda-like figure who told me that I liked the drama and chaos of my addiction problem. "What are you talking about?" I said. "It's ruined my life. It's robbed me of every good thing I have ever had." I was really pissed off. But what if he was right?

She put this in my hand - " For what seemed the dozenth time this day, he found himself blinking back tears. " - and I don't even know what it is." "Precious to her, it must have been," Yoda said slowly. "Buried with her, perhaps it should be." Obi-Wan looked down at the simple, child-like symbols carved into it and felt from it in the Force soaring echoes of transcendent love, and the bleak, black despair of unendurable heartbreak.

«C’è un mucchio di cose che hanno senso, bambi, e a volte, quando pensi che non ce l’hanno è solo perché stai cercando un altro tipo di significato.» «Che Dio mi aiuti, mi sto facendo fare una sega da Yoda.» «Ah-ah, una sega la via per il lato oscuro è.» «Oh, Gesù d’amore acceso, taci. Ti prego, taci. Io qui sto cercando di venire.»

Say something, Jess. Say anything. And just when I'm about to think of what I should say next, my mouth goes into whacked overdrive like I'm possessed. “The graphic art in Clone Wars is my favorite,” I say. “I love how they drew the characters. You know—how everything looks so angular and—” My words tangle and freeze when my brain finally arrives to shut it down. Say something but NOT THAT, you psycho! “Clone Wars. Love it, do I? Yesss.” He's actually responded in a Yoda voice! I blink. His eyes are kind, sparkling with laughter and still, all too green. Yoda green!

YODA: But mind the dark side. Anger, fear, aggression -- from The dark side are they. Easily they flow, Quick to join you in a fight. Aye, they do not fail! Once on the dark path, Forever shall not control Thy destiny, Luke.

Do or do not. There is no try.

Harmony, we seek. Reality, we accept. The future, we behold. Feel the Force and go beyond.

I love to read books! There are so many authors that I think are really fun to read.

I then vowed to finally finish the years-late sequel to my best-selling book The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. I needed that money. My mother needed that money. I hadn't been able to finish the book because of the pathological fear that my sequel would be The Phantom Menace instead of The Empire Strikes Back. But, on the airplane, I thought, "Okay, okay, Phantom sucked, but it still made big cash. I'm gonna Yoda this book for my mother.

Do or do not. There is no try

If no mistake have you made, yet losing you are ... a different game you should play.

Only Jedi have to strive for nonattachment. Farmers can cry all they want.

«Che accidenti di problema hai? Come puoi legarti a me se sono sempre con un piede fuori dalla porta?» «Non lo so. Senti, bambi, lo so che pensi che sono un po’ superficiale, e probabilmente lo sono, a essere onesto, ma non penso che sarà facile, e non penso che andrà sempre tutto bene. Ma anche se non andrà sempre tutto bene, mi sta bene uguale, perché le cose non vanno sempre bene, è così che funziona. E penso che comunque non ha senso preoccuparsi per cose che magari non succederanno mai.» «Oh, Dio,» mugugnai. «È tornato il saggio Yoda.» «Già.»

about his origins from the holographic ghost of his own long-dead father. But now I was thinking of a young Jedi-in-training named Luke Skywalker, looking into the mouth of that cave on Dagobah while Master Yoda told him about today’s activity lesson: Strong with the Dark Side of the Force that place is. In you must go, mofo. So in I went. When I unlocked the front door of our house and stepped into the living room, Muffit, our ancient beagle, glanced up at me sleepily from where he was stretched out on the rug. A few years earlier he would have been waiting for me just inside the door, yapping like a madman. But the poor guy had now grown so old and deaf that my arrival barely

There was little he loved to dwell upon more than the thought of young Skywalker coming into herself, learning the powers that lay deep within her, an perhaps bringing to the galaxy a new age that she could not even hope to imagine.

Yoda once had told him that fear led to hate and hate to suffering. But Yoda had been wrong. Fear was a tool used by the strong to cow the weak. Hate was the font of true strength. Suffering was not the result of the rule of the strong over the weak, order was. By its very existence, the Force mandated the rule of the strong over the weak; the Force mandated order. The Jedi had never seen that, and so they’d misunderstood the Force and been destroyed. But Vader’s Master saw it. Vader saw it. And so they were strong. And so they ruled.

During my first few months of Facebooking, I discovered that my page had fostered a collective nostalgia for specific cultural icons. These started, unsurprisingly, within the realm of science fiction and fantasy. They commonly included a pointy-eared Vulcan from a certain groundbreaking 1960s television show. Just as often, though, I found myself sharing images of a diminutive, ancient, green and disarmingly wise Jedi Master who speaks in flip-side down English. Or, if feeling more sinister, I’d post pictures of his black-cloaked, dark-sided, heavy-breathing nemesis. As an aside, I initially received from Star Trek fans considerable “push-back,” or at least many raised Spock brows, when I began sharing images of Yoda and Darth Vader. To the purists, this bordered on sacrilege.. But as I like to remind fans, I was the only actor to work within both franchises, having also voiced the part of Lok Durd from the animated show Star Wars: The Clone Wars. It was the virality of these early posts, shared by thousands of fans without any prodding from me, that got me thinking. Why do we love Spock, Yoda and Darth Vader so much? And what is it about characters like these that causes fans to click “like” and “share” so readily? One thing was clear: Cultural icons help people define who they are today because they shaped who they were as children. We all “like” Yoda because we all loved The Empire Strikes Back, probably watched it many times, and can recite our favorite lines. Indeed, we all can quote Yoda, and we all have tried out our best impression of him. When someone posts a meme of Yoda, many immediately share it, not just because they think it is funny (though it usually is — it’s hard to go wrong with the Master), but because it says something about the sharer. It’s shorthand for saying, “This little guy made a huge impact on me, not sure what it is, but for certain a huge impact. Did it make one on you, too? I’m clicking ‘share’ to affirm something you may not know about me. I ‘like’ Yoda.” And isn’t that what sharing on Facebook is all about? It’s not simply that the sharer wants you to snortle or “LOL” as it were. That’s part of it, but not the core. At its core is a statement about one’s belief system, one that includes the wisdom of Yoda. Other eminently shareable icons included beloved Tolkien characters, particularly Gandalf (as played by the inimitable Sir Ian McKellan). Gandalf, like Yoda, is somehow always above reproach and unfailingly epic. Like Yoda, Gandalf has his darker counterpart. Gollum is a fan favorite because he is a fallen figure who could reform with the right guidance. It doesn’t hurt that his every meme is invariably read in his distinctive, blood-curdling rasp. Then there’s also Batman, who seems to have survived both Adam West and Christian Bale, but whose questionable relationship to the Boy Wonder left plenty of room for hilarious homoerotic undertones. But seriously, there is something about the brooding, misunderstood and “chaotic-good” nature of this superhero that touches all of our hearts.

Miles scoffs. "That wasn't a kiss." I immediately regret all those times I told my brother he's an idiot; very clearly he is a true seer with the emotional intelligence of Yoda. "Dude, it's fine," Theo growls. But we're in our own little bubble now. Andrew laughs quietly. "He's right. It wasn't really a kiss." Andrew. Kissed me. On the mouth. I shrug with feigned indifference. Keeping y voice low. "It was fine." "I promise you", he whispers, "my goal for our first kiss was not 'Fine." "Okay, well," I say, my heart showing itself up to my throat. "Try again" He quirks a brow, eyes darting down to my mouth and back up again.

He could feel the end of the battle approaching, and so could the blur of the Sith he faced in the Force, the shadow had become a pulsar of fear. Easily, almost effortlessly, he turned the shadow's fear into a weapon: he angled the battle to bring them both out onto the window ledge. Out in the wind. Out with the lightning. Out on a rain-slicked ledge above a half kilometer drop. Out where the shadow's fear's fear made it hesitate. Out where the shadow's fear turned some of it's Force-powered speed into a Force-powered grip on the slippery permacrete. Out where Mace could flick his blade in one precise arc and slash the shadow's lightsaber in half. One piece flipped back in through the cut open window. The other tumbled from opening fingers, bounced on the ledge, and fell through the rain towards the distant alleys below. Now the shadow was only Palpatine: old and shrunken, thinning hair bleached white by time and care, face lined with exhaustion. 'For all your power, my lord,you are no Jedi. All you are, my lord,' Mace said evenly, staring past his blade, 'is under arrest.