I am expecting a lot of Disco Elysium, here...and nothing wrong with that!
A video gaming student organization I was once part of actually had a vote on their favorite sayings. The winner was the evergreen "Perhaps the same said could be said of all religions..." from Castlevania: Symphony of the Night! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMTizJemHO8
My personal favorite? It's hard to say...but hey, that's what the scientist in Half-Life can comment, word to word! So maybe I'll put forward, said by the aforementioned: "My god, what are doing!?"
"In the dark times, should the stars also go out?"
"HARRY: The people who build this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side." (Tap on the tape recorder).
The wind howls. She remains silent.
EMPATHY: It's real. Tell her.
HARRY: It is not a childish fantasy. It can be a real weapon against what's coming for you now."
"Few of us can begin to imagine the horror of you -- with all of creation reflected in your forebrain. It must be like the highest of hells, a kaleidoscope of fire and writhing glass. Eternal damnation."
"The mask of humanity fall from capital. It has to take it off to kill everyone — everything you love; all the hope and tenderness in the world. It has to take it off, just for one second. To do the deed. And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death... the sweetest, most courageous people in the world. You see the fear and power in its eyes. Then you know."
"What?"
"That the bourgeois are not human."
Probably my favorite DE quote. Also love that "0.000% of Communism has been built" one, though.
The last bit with the phasmid resonates with me so hard, I think, because of my sensory and social issues. There is so much goddamn information out there, all of it contradictory and painful and harsh and insidious, and I struggle to process it all, as I am compelled to process it all. "A kaleidoscope of fire and writhing glass" sums it up pretty good. There is incredible beauty in the world, but guarded behind a gate of horrible pain. But not crossing the gate is a hell all its own. A lower hell, one devoid of meaning or purpose. To wallow, stagnate, and atrophy is a worse fate than facing the agonizing beauty of the world on its own terms. Every rose is behind a mile-long hedge of clawing thorns. But I have to remind myself the thorns are not all there is.