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

1. Your heart starts hurting when you think about him.

Mom! This is Haruhi! We’ll adopt her someday so don’t forget! ~Hikaru and Kaoru

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.

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?

Good fiction creates empathy. A novel takes you somewhere and asks you to look through the eyes of another person, to live another life.

I went to South Africa on safari and came eye to eye with a beautiful leopard. We were so close; I was staring at him for a long time and I felt a recognition with my own nature.

While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.

I’ve looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.

Nothing that isn’t a real crime makes a man appear so contemptible and little in the eyes of the world as inconsistency.

Every time I look into his eyes I just want to take the ice cream or whatever I’ve got in my hand and rub it into his face. That’s how much I like him.

Now every girl is expected to have: Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy.

Seeing is more than a physiological phenomenon… We see not only with our eyes but with all that we are and all that our culture is. The artist is a professional see-er.