Quotes on Vendetta

Love your rage, not your cage.

You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.

Evey Hammond: Who are you? V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask. Evey Hammond: Well I can see that. V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none

People shouldn't be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.

Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.

The human psyche has two great sicknesses: the urge to carry vendetta across generations, and the tendency to fasten group labels on people rather than see them as individuals.

My mother said I broke her heart...but it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us...but within that inch we are free.

A political convention is after all not a meeting of a corporation's board of directors; it is a fiesta, a carnival, a pig-rooting, horse-snorting, band-playing, voice-screaming medieval get-together of greed, practical lust, compromised idealism, career-advancement, meeting, feud, vendetta, conciliation, of rabble-rousers, fist fights (as it used to be), embraces, drunks (again as it used to be) and collective rivers of animal sweat.

The ending is nearer than you think, and it is already written. All that we have left to choose is the correct moment to begin.

Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.

This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.

With devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

Knowledge, like air, is vital to life. Like air, no one should be denied it.

The past can't hurt you anymore, not unless you let it.

Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.

The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.

I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.

We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

Artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.