Fight every battle everywhere, always, in your mind. Everyone is your enemy, everyone is your friend. Every possible series of events is happening all at once.
jednak Baelish je zlaticko a jednak toto je moj sprosty uzkostlivy sposob myslenia
BTTF: ,,The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some *style?*"
Matrix: ,,Fate, it seems ,is not without the sense of irony"
Dr. Who: ,,People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff. "
@torpedo08 To je Vlasta Burian! Ten bol super! Len už neviem presne z ktorého filmu to je.
A z tých česko-slovenských sú ešte dobré hlášky: Kdyby hloupost nadnášela,tak se tady vznášíte jak holubice!
Tak kdepak je ten prďola, co tady čepuje pivo?
Já znám široko daleko všechny krávy, ale vás jsem tady ještě neviděl.
Já ti řeknu, co dál. Zavolám pár zfetovanejch negrů s kleštěma a letlampou pro pana domácího, aby si tady hoši trochu zablbli. Slyšíš, co říkám, ty vidláku? Ještě jsem s tebou, hochu, neskončil! Tvá prdel pozná středověk!
ja ich mam celkom dost... akoze z dedictvi a pelisiek ich asi najviac mam, ale mam rad napriklad aj z takych menej znamejsich filmov napriklad skrivanci na niti - To je ta oslava cloveka.... vidi jen same ideje a klopýtne o kdejaký hovno
@deficit wit and wisdom bolo skveleee
A mne sa tak typicky wildeovsky paci 'Either this wallpaper goes or I do.', nevie sa vraj uplne presne ako to povedal ale za tych okolnosti pred jeho smrtou je to too funny
Boze uplne som sa teraz znova nadchla a pojdem si volaco pozicat
Trainspotting: Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Fight Club: The things you own end up owning you.
Fight Club: It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Flags of Our Fathers: I finally came to the conclusion that he maybe he was right. Maybe there's no such thing as heroes. Maybe there are just people like my dad. I finally came to understand why they were so uncomfortable being called heroes. Heroes are something we create, something we need. It's a way for us to understand what's almost incomprehensible, how people could sacrifice so much for us, but for my dad and these men, the risks they took, the wounds they suffered, they did that for their buddies. They may have fought for their country but they died for their friends. For the man in front, for the man beside him, and if we wish to truly honor these men we should remember them the way they really were, the way my dad remembered them.
Gran Torino: Take these three items, some WD-40, a vise grip, and a roll of duct tape. Any man worth his salt can fix almost any problem with this stuff alone.
Drive: My hands are litlle dirty. – So are mine.
Good, Bad and Ugly: You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.
Good, Bad and Ugly: When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk.
Good, Bad and Ugly: If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?
1. spoiler alert. ak ste nehrali Hellblade, a mali ste aspoň chvíľku zvedavosť a záujem skúsiť ho, tak nepozerajte toto video. lebo... je to zaprvé kľúčový monológ z celej hry.
a zadruhé je to najlepší a najsilnejší monológ celej hernej histórie.
"To these gods you cannot pray. They can break you, but not your promise."
Roleta je špeciálny inkognito mód, ktorým skryješ obsah obrazovky pred samým sebou, alebo inou osobou v tvojej izbe (napr. mama). Roletu odroluješ tak, že na ňu klikneš.
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jednak Baelish je zlaticko a jednak toto je moj sprosty uzkostlivy sposob myslenia
alebo klasika "Harry, jdu do baráku."
"Marecku podejte mi perecko "
"Uz se perou? "
"Kral kazisvet z bozi vule kral"
"Zrkadielko..zrkadielko,povedz ..."
( akurat som zistila zw som rozpravkarka )
potom 800 hlášok od Wildea a nejaké iné k tomu
zaujímalo by ma ako presne si to vysvetľuješ, teda prečo v tom vidíš spôsob myslenia
Matrix: ,,Fate, it seems ,is not without the sense of irony"
Dr. Who: ,,People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff. "
Léon: And if you lose?
Mathilda: Go shopping alone, like before.
A z tých česko-slovenských sú ešte dobré hlášky: Kdyby hloupost nadnášela,tak se tady vznášíte jak holubice!
Tak kdepak je ten prďola, co tady čepuje pivo?
Já znám široko daleko všechny krávy, ale vás jsem tady ještě neviděl.
Lászlo, nedráždi!
Toto nem dopadne dobre!
keď som to čítaval na kindle tak som rýchlo zistil že nemá cenu to highlightovať. radšej som si rovno zohnal aj Wit and Wisdom
A mne sa tak typicky wildeovsky paci 'Either this wallpaper goes or I do.', nevie sa vraj uplne presne ako to povedal ale za tych okolnosti pred jeho smrtou je to too funny
Boze uplne som sa teraz znova nadchla a pojdem si volaco pozicat
Trainspotting: Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Fight Club: The things you own end up owning you.
Fight Club: It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Flags of Our Fathers: I finally came to the conclusion that he maybe he was right. Maybe there's no such thing as heroes. Maybe there are just people like my dad. I finally came to understand why they were so uncomfortable being called heroes. Heroes are something we create, something we need. It's a way for us to understand what's almost incomprehensible, how people could sacrifice so much for us, but for my dad and these men, the risks they took, the wounds they suffered, they did that for their buddies. They may have fought for their country but they died for their friends. For the man in front, for the man beside him, and if we wish to truly honor these men we should remember them the way they really were, the way my dad remembered them.
Gran Torino: Take these three items, some WD-40, a vise grip, and a roll of duct tape. Any man worth his salt can fix almost any problem with this stuff alone.
Drive: My hands are litlle dirty. – So are mine.
Good, Bad and Ugly: You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.
Good, Bad and Ugly: When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk.
Good, Bad and Ugly: If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?
xD
a zadruhé je to najlepší a najsilnejší monológ celej hernej histórie.
"To these gods you cannot pray. They can break you, but not your promise."
samo osebe nič moc. zasadené do kontextu, ...fuh
Z detskeho filmu - Maly Budha.