“You, your grandmother, the chairman—-YOU’RE ALL ABUNCH OF FRIGGIN’ IDIOTS!!!” ~Haruhi”

How many people in other professions would be willing to have their job performances evaluated that way, in front of millions, every afternoon at five o’clock.

I hate casual shooting. Every shot is preceded by working to get open and catch and shoot under game like conditions

Haruhi: Whaddaya think I am?! The Twins: To us? Why that’s obvious– a toy!

Kaoru: Grownups are so tiresome. They fake their smiles all day long and they try to force us to do the same. It’s no fun at all.

What does being a girl have to do with it? There’s no time to think when you’re on the spot.

The rain is a necessary prelude to beautiful weather. So even if your heart is in downpour right now it only means it will become exceptionally beautiful in time.

We’ve always longed for someone to accept us… But we never believed there’d be anyone who would accept our twisted ways. That’s why we’ll stay locked up tight… …in our own little private world… …and throw away the key, so that no one can ever hurt us.

Rule #3 – It’s okay to believe yourself better than the rest of the planet, so long as you keep it to yourself.

Kyoya: A single day can make all the difference.

Tamaki to Kyoya: I thought you wanted more because your eyes don’t show satisfaction now.

When he’s happy, it makes you happy too.

Haruhi: This story has everything but the kitchen sink in it.

Mr. Sagunuma: We can never escape who we are. Instead of wasting time worrying about it, why don’t you cut to he chase and love yourself?

Conclusion 2: There’s nothing more demonic than two bored twins. ~Signed Tamaki

4. You hear his voice in a crowd more than any other.

Kyoya: Some say I only became more calculating but I don’t care… because you lose out if you don’t have fun, right?

We lose touch with parts of ourselves defined as unacceptable by that consciousness; with the vital toughness and visionary strength of the angry grandmothers, the fierce market women of the Ibo’s Women’s War.

My hero among heroes is my grandmother, she’s the epitome of strength and I try to mock that strength all the time. She’s a beast.

I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother’s house.

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother’s house.

I am the product of the sustained indignation of a branded grandfather, the militant protest of my grandmother

One might almost fear,” writes a thoughtful woman, “seeing how the women of to-day are lightly stirred up to run after some new fashion or faith, that heaven is not so near to them as it was to their mothers and grandmothers.

My mother and my grandmother are pioneers of Mexican cuisine in this country, so I grew up in the kitchen. My mom, Zarela Martinez, was by far my biggest influence and inspiration – and toughest critic.