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

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

No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.

When your crowd of attendants so loudly applaud you, Pomponius, it is not you, but your banquet, that is eloquent.

A tale is told of a man in Paris during the upheaval in 1948, who saw a friend marching after a crowd toward the barricades.

There are men and women still on the streets, and that’s all they are saying Can you spare a quarter? I come from a crowd of people who were current on the outlook on life, who were social and knew where they were and had some input into how things seemed to be.

What is possible for individual man is impossible for the masses.

In a crowd, on a journey, at a banquet even, a line of thought can itself provide its own seclusion.

Those blue eyes that had stopped my heart the first time she looked at me found me in the crowd.” -Cage

Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.