“We’re always contradicting ourselves. We want people to tell us apart…. …yet we don’t want them to be able to. We want people to get to know us… …but we also want them to keep their distance.”

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.

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

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.

I’m about five inches from being an outstanding golfer. That’s the distance my left ear is from my right.

I had used my sense of humor; I had called it proportion, perspective. But perspective is distance.

Middle-class-led reform movements, from the Progressive Era to the War on Poverty, have been marred by an elitist distance from the would-be beneficiaries of reform.

I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.

People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.

Emerson,’ I said, choosing my words with care, ‘it is a sheer drop from the cleft down to the base of the cliff. If you are bent on breaking your arm or your leg or your neck or all three, find a place closer to home so we won’t have to carry you such a distance.

Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.

I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.