Zitate und Sprüche aus Far Cry

Hab ich dir schon mal gesagt, was die Definition von Wahnsinn ist? Wahnsinn ist wenn man exakt dieselbe Scheiße immer und immer wieder macht und erwartet, dass sich was ändert. Das ist Irre.

Have I already tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is if one makes the same shit again and again and expects something changes. This is crazy.

Ich liebe den Geruch von verbrannten Kunststoff am Morgen!

You can’t break a man the way you do a dog or a horse - the harder you beat a man, the taller he stands.

Doyle: "Sie können die Zukunft nicht verändern!"
Jack: "Mag sein, aber ich kann verhindern das sie ein Teil der Zukunft sind, dreckiger Bastard!"

Unser Land ist wie diese Granate, jedoch besteht es aus zwei Teilen, weißt du? Unserem Volk und dir. Und du musst es ganz fest im Griff behalten, oder wir alle machen "boom".

Because our country is like this grenade, except it has two basic parts. Our people, and you. And you must clutch them nice and tight or we all go "boom".

So eine Granate ist simpel. Sie besteht aus vier Teilen: Die Hülle, sie enthält den Sprengstoff. Der Zünder. Der Griff. Und natürlich der Splint. Der Splint sichert einfach nur den Griff. Erst wenn du los lässt, macht die Granate "boom". Ich bin El Presidente. Das bedeutet, eines Tages wirst du El Presidente sein. Unser Volk weiß einfach nicht, was Glück bedeutet. Es ist gespalten, von Meinungen, von Gerüchten. Es ist unentschlossen, erdrückt von unserer eigenen Freiheit. Und selbst, wenn du es von Herzen liebst, selbst, wenn du nur sein bestes willst, wenn du es nur vor sich selbst beschützen willst, wird es dich hassen. Alles, was du sagst, tust, glaubst, wird falsch sein. Sie werden dir mit ihren Schreien antworten, werden dich "böse" nennen, ein "Monster". Und sie geben dir das hier: "Tod den Castillos". Jetzt sag mir, bist du böse? Bist du ein Monster? Unser Land ist wie diese Granate, jedoch besteht es aus zwei Teilen, weißt du? Unserem Volk und dir. Und du musst es ganz fest im Griff behalten, oder wir alle machen "boom". Du verstehst jetzt. Beweis es!

The grenade is simple. It has four basic parts; the shell, which contains the explosive, the fuse, the handle and of course, the pin. The pin holds the handle in place, it is only when you let go that this grenade goes boom. I am El Presidente, which means that someday you will be El Presidente. And our people, they do not know how to be happy. They are torn apart by opinions, noise, indecision, strangled by their own freedoms. And even if you have love in your heart, even if you want what's best for them, if you only want to save them from themselves - they will hate you. Everything you say, do, believe, will be wrong. They will answer you with screams, call you "evil" and "monster", and give you this: "Death to Castillo". So you tell me, are you evil? Are you a monster? Because our country is like this grenade, except it has two basic parts. Our people, and you. And you must clutch them nice and tight or we all go "boom". You understand now. Prove it!

Es ist nicht von Belang, was wir bauen oder erreichen. Wir finden immer einen Weg, es einzureißen. Babylon. Rom. Imperien steigen auf, Imperien fallen. Amerika. Wir sind nicht anders.

Humanity is once again in crisis. It doesn't matter what we build or achieve. We will always find a way to break it down. Babylon. Rome. Empires rise, empires fall. America. We're no different.

Doyle: "You do know how to fly a glider, right?"
Jack: "No, but I learn real fast when people are shootin' at me."

John was wrong. Your sin is not wrath. See, you'd rather let the world suffer and burn than swallow your pride.

I've killed so many people I've lost count. I can't come back from this. I'm a monster. I can feel the anger inside me. But I am still, somewhere inside me, more than that. Better than that.

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There are only two paths left: salvation and death.

We have forgotten what it is to be strong.

Despite all that you have done, you are not beyond salvation. You're not here by accident or chance.

You can't break a man the way you break a dog, or a horse. The harder you beat a man, the taller he stands. To break a man's will, to break his spirit, you have to break his mind. Men have this idea that we can fight with dignity, that there's a proper way to kill someone. It's absurd, its anesthetic, we need it to endure the bloody horror of murder. You must destroy that idea. Show them what a messy, terrible, thing it is to kill a man, and then show them that you relish in it. Shoot to wound, and then execute the wounded, burn them, take them in close combat. Destroy their preconceptions of what a man is and you become their personal monster. When they fear you, you become stronger, you become better. But let's never forget, it's a display, it's a posture, like a lions roar, or a gorilla thumping at his chest. If you lose yourself in the display, if you succumb to the horror, then you become the monster. You become reduced, not more than a man, but less. And it could be fatal.

God will not let you take me!

I know you've heard stories about me. That I'm a liar. A manipulator. That I poison people's minds. Well, let me tell you a different story. A true story.