V For Vendetta Quotes
(Eng. & Ita.)
 

Era la mia integrità che mi importava. È così egoistico? E' a buon mercato, però è tutto ciò che ci resta. È l'ultimo centimetro di noi che ci resta...ma in quel centimetro siamo liberi. Morirò qui. Ogni centimetro di me perirà...tranne uno. Un centimetro. È piccolo, è fragile ed è l'unica cosa al mondo che vale la pena d'avere. Non dobbiamo perderlo, o venderlo, o cederlo. Non dobbiamo permettere loro di portarcelo via.

I'm gonna defend you from the Evil.

By Itself, a Symbol is meaningless.

Would you prefer a lie or the truth?

I've not come for what you hoped to do.
I've come for what you did.

Vi Veri Veniversum Vivum Vici. -> In Vita con il potere della Verità ho conquistato l'Universo.

Fairness, justice and freedom are more than words. They're perspectives.

I, like God, do not play with dice, and do not believe in coincidence.

The world needs more than just a building right now. It needs hope.

C'è molto più della carne dietro questa maschera. C'è un'idea, e le idee sono a prova di proiettile.

La gente non dovrebbe avere paura del suo governo. Il governo dovrebbe avere paura della gente.

Una rivoluzione senza un ballo è una rivoluzione che non vale la pena di fare.

V: Would you... dance with me?
Evey Hammond: Now? On the eve of your revolution?
V: A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having!

{ FIRST LINES }  Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.

{ LAST LINES }  No one will ever forget that night and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.

Evey Hammond: I don't want you to die.
V: That's the most beautiful thing you could have ever given me.

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.
Evey Hammond: Oh. Right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
[carves V into poster on wall]
V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
[giggles]
V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking with?
Evey Hammond: I'm Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey Hammond: What does that mean?
V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and I don't believe in coincidences.

Finch: Who was he?
Evey Hammond: He was Edmond Dantés... and he was my father. And my mother... my brother... my friend. He was you... and me. He was all of us.

That's it! See, at first I thought it was hate, too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all my hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me... just as it happened to you.