Most intelligent things ever said by anyone! (wtf?)
 

OKAY!
Quote the most intelligent things ever said by anyone, they can come from a celeb, poster or even Uncle Minks who never seems to leave the attic unless its for porn........

Here's an example.

"Pain don't hurt."

-Patrick Swayze after castrating himself

NOW YOU! :soapbox: *Strips naked and runs into abercrombie holding a butcher knife*

"I support Obama." - Sleepy Jack the Fire Drill

"Russian Front not a good idea... Hitler never played Risk as a kid." - Eddie Izzard [Comedian]

"Dwane Wade is better than Lebron." - Proggy Man

;)

"Think about it who are the 5 greatest rappers ever? Dylan Dylan Dylan Dylan & Dylan cuz I spit hot fire"- Dylan

I have an important message to deliver to all the cute people all over the world. If you're out there and you're cute, maybe you're beautiful. I just want to tell you somethin' — there's more of us UGLY MOTHER****ERS than you are, hey-y, so watch out. - Frank Zappa

And:
Little child: Where are we going?
Morrissey: We're all going mad.
Little child: I thought we were going to Kew Gardens
youtube.com/watch?v=cRjJ1H11kYE

"Life is wasted on the living."
Douglas Adams.

"I'm clever enough to know how stupid i am"
Strummer

Another Douglas Adams quote which I think sums up mankind perfectly;

"Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so."

We really are a lost cause aren't we. :(

That's assuming there is a "cause" in the first place. :usehead:

"Life is life"—Opus

I really don't like those stupid A=A quotes. Too pretentious for me.

The conservatives see man as a body freely roaming the earth, building sand piles or factories—with an electronic computer inside his skull, controlled from Washington. The liberals see man as a soul freewheeling to the farthest reaches of the universe—but wearing chains from nose to toes when he crosses the street to buy a loaf of bread.

-Ayn Rand

I just thought it was a funny song. Sorry if you somehow find it pretentious.

LOL. Criticizing something as pretentious and then quoting Ayn Rand is pretty much the most hilariously ironic thing I can imagine someone doing. :laughing:

"Lost cause" is a figure of speech not meant to be taken literally.
Good point though.

*points to my signature"

"Here's an oldie which I always enjoy, you probably loathe it, I don't know, don't really care. It's my programme, not yours."
John Peel

Maybe not the cleverest but sums up well why i worship the guy.

"Were the pictures, which have been drawn by the political jealousy of some among us, faithful likenesses of the human character, the inference would be that there is not sufficient virtue among men for self-government: and that nothing less than the chains of despotism can restrain them from destroying and devouring one another."

~ James Madison


"Repression is the only lasting philosophy."

~ Charles Dickens

"And they say that after people make love there's a kind of melancholia that descends; la petite mort, you know, the little death. Well, I'm here to tell you, after a romantic night in with yourself, there's a very acute sensation of failed suicide." - Dylan Moran


"Primark have some alright stuff at a fair price..." - Mark E. Smith

I don't remember this scene in "Road House" -- perhaps you meant cauterizing himself?:D

Morrissey:

"I can't believe I'm 29. Where did the years go? Why did the years go?"

"I suppose you have work tomorrow? That's quite sad, really."

:rofl:

It's a restless hungry feeling
That don't mean no one no good,
When ev'rything I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good.
You're right from your side,
I'm right from mine.
We're both just too one many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.

Not just because it's a great song.

This is the most profoundly perplexing and frustrating element of human behavior.

You've made a happy man very old...

despite my cringe reflex at your avatar, I love this quote.

Don't fear god,
Don't worry about death;
What is good is easy to get, and
What is terrible is easy to endure.

i just won.

So here he lies at the last. The deathbed convert. The pious debauchee. Could not dance a half measure, could I? Give me wine, I drain the dregs and toss the empty bottle at the world. Show me our Lord Jesus in agony and I mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms. There I go, shuffling from the world. My dribble fresh upon the bible. I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing. Well? Do you like me now? Do you like me now? Do you like me now? Do you like me... now?

- John Wilmot

This battle is only beginning. :nono:

"Nothing meaningful can be expressed on a bumper sticker." - Bumper Sticker

" If I had to characterize the current state of affairs, I would say that it is "after the orgy." The orgy, in a way, was the explosive move*ment of modernity, of liberation in every domain. Political liberation, sexual liberation, liberation of productive forces, libera*tion of destructive forces, women's liberation, children's liberation, liberation of unconscious drives, liberation of art. The assumption of all models of representation, all models of anti-representation; It was a total orgy: of reality, rationality, sexuality, critique and anti-critique, growth and growth crises. We have explored all the paths of production and virtual overproduction of objects, signs, messages, ideologies, pleasures. Today, if you want my opinion, everything has been liberated, the dice have been rolled, and we are collectively faced with the crucial question: WHAT DO WE DO AFTER THE ORGY?
We can only simulate orgy and liberation now, pretending to continue on in the same direction at greater speeds, but in reality, we are accelerating in empty space, because all of the ends of lib*eration (of production, progress, revolution) are already behind us. What we are haunted by, obsessed with, is the anticipation of every result, the availability of every sign, every form, every desire, since everything is already liberated. What to do? It is the state of simulation where we can only replay all the scenarios because they have already taken place – in reality or virtually, it is the state of accomplished utopia, of every utopia accomplished, but where you have to live paradoxically as if they had not. Because they have been realized, and because we can no longer keep the hope of accomplishing them, we are only left with hyper-accomplishment in indefinite simulation. We are living in the infinite reproduction of ideals, fantasies, images and dreams that are now behind us and that we have to reproduce in a kind of fatal indifference.
This is true of every domain: the grand social utopia was accomplished in the bureaucratic and totalitarian materialization of the social. The grand sexual utopia was accomplished in the technological, athletic and neurotic materialization of every sex*ual practice. And this is true of art as well: the grand utopia of art, the great illusion, the great transcendence of art materialized everywhere. Art has thoroughly entered reality. Some say that art is dematerializing. The exact opposite is true: art today has thor*oughly entered reality. It is in museums and galleries, but also in trash, on walls, in the street, in the banality of everything that has been made sacred today without any further debate. The aes*theticization of the world is complete. Just as we now have a bureaucratic materialization of the social, a technological materi*alization of sexuality, a media and advertising materialization of politics, we have a semiotic materialization of art. It is culture understood as the officialization of every thing in terms of signs and the circulation of signs. There are complaints about the com*mercialization of art, the mercantilization of aesthetic values. But this is just the old nostalgic, bourgeois refrain. The general aes*theticization of things should be feared more. Much more than market speculation, we should fear the transcription of every thing in cultural, aesthetic terms, into museographic signs. That is culture, that is our dominant culture: the vast enterprise of museographic reproduction of reality, the vast enterprise of aes*thetic storage, re-simulation and aesthetic reprinting of all the forms that surround us. That is the greatest threat. I call it the DEGREE XEROX OF CULTURE.
With this current state of things, we are no longer in the heroic turn Baudelaire wanted to give the universe of commodity by means of art, we are only giving the world as it is a sentimental and aesthetic turn like the one Baudelaire decried in advertising. And art has become that for the most part: a prosthesis of advertising; and culture, a generalized prosthesis. Instead of the triumphant simulation envisaged by Baudelaire, we only have a depressing, repetitive simulation. An has always been a simulacrum, but a sim*ulacrum that had the power of illusion. Our simulation is something different; it only exists in the sentimental vertigo of models. Art was a dramatic simulacrum where the reality of the world and illusion were in play. It is only an aesthetic prosthesis now. And when I say prosthesis, I am not thinking of an artificial leg. I mean those other, more dangerous prostheses, the chemical, hormonal and genetic ones that are like somatic Xeroxes, literal reproductions that engender the body, that engender it following a process of total simulation, behind which the body has disap*peared. Just as people. once said that glasses would become total, integrated prostheses for species that had lost its sight, culture and art are the total prostheses of a world that has lost the magic of form and appearance.
I have said that the sublime of modern art lied in the magic of its disappearance. But the capital danger for modern art is repeating its own disappearance. All of the forms of this heroic vanishing, this heroic abnegation of form and color, of the very substance of art, have completely unfolded. Even the utopia of the disappearance of art has been accomplished. As for us, we have reached a second generation simulation, or a simulation of the third kind, if you pre*fer. We inhabit a perverse situation in which not only the utopia of art has been accomplished, since it has entered reality (in conjunc*tion with the social, political and sexual utopias), but the utopia of its disappearance has been accomplished as well. Art is therefore destined to simulate its own disappearance, since it has already taken place. We relive the disappearance of art everyday in the repetition of its forms-no matter whether figurative or abstract* just as each day we relive the disappearance of politics in the media repetition of its forms, and each day we relive the disappearance of sexuality in the pornographic and advertising repetition of its forms. It is necessary to distinguish clearly between these two moments: the moment of heroic simulacrum, so to speak, when art experiences and expresses its own disappearance, and the moment when it has to manage this disappearance as a sort of negative heritage. The first moment is original, it only happens once, even if it lasted for decades from the 19th to the 20th centuries. The second moment can last for several centuries, but it is no longer original, and I think we are involved in this second moment, in this surpassed disappearance, in this surpassed simulation, surpassed in the sense of an irreversible coma.

I will change perspective to end on a note of hope. I placed this analysis under the sign "after the orgy" – what do we do after the orgy of modernity? Is simulation all we have left? With the melan*choly nuance of the idea of a "vanishing point" and the "degree Xerox of culture"? I forgot to say that this expression – " after the orgy" – comes from a story full of hope: it is the story of a man who whispers into the ear of a woman during an orgy, "What are you doing after the orgy?" There is always the hope of a new seduction. "

-Jean Baudrillard

I like that. Also:

Emile Cioran - Beware of thinkers whose minds function only when they are fueled by a quotation

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Ummmmmm........well......

Let us say that I am a disillusioned socialist. To the point of becoming an anarchist. But because I have a conscience, I'm a moderate anarchist who doesn't go about throwing bombs...I mean, I've experienced just about all the untruths there are in life. So what remains in the end? The family. Which is the final archetype - handed down from prehistory...What else is there? Friendship. And that is all. I'm a pessimist by nature. With John Ford, people look out of the window with hope. Me, I show people who are scared to even open the door. And if they do, they tend to get a bullet right between the eyes. But that's how it is.

-Sergio Leone

It has always been fatal when somebody finds out too much too suddenly. If Jan Hus had cackled more like a hen, he might have survived Michaelmas, and been esteemed for his eggs. The last fifty years have laid the axe of analysis to the root of every axiom; they are triflers who content themselves with lopping the blossoming twigs of our beliefs, or the boughs of our intellectual instruments. We can no longer assert any single proposition, unless we guard ourselves by enumerating countless conditions which must be assumed.

~ Aleister Crowley

"Don't try."

- Charles Bukowski

If people posted their own thoughts and not paraphrased then my respect would be tenfold.

'You are all a bunch of wankers. I should know. I started the club.'

"He's testing us. He wants us to survive this." - Amanda Young, Saw II

You respect narcissism?

"Ain't you never heard a rap song before?" - Forest my friend

"Let them alone: they be blind leaders of the blind. And if the blind lead the blind. They shall both fall into a ditch."-Jesus Christ.

They're the only other species that has sex for pleasure.
-Manny on Dolphins

"With great mustache comes great responsibility"

"Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity, you will become a statistic. You have been warned … "