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

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.

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

I remember an old Singer sewing machine at home that belonged to my grandmother. It had a pedal. My mom taught me how to use it when I was 12 years old. I used to find it so intriguing, how a flat piece of material could be made into an object that had so many uses.

coming to the end of spring / my grandmother kicks off her shoes / steps out of her faltering body.

My grandmother always told me how you start is how you finish.

Superhero roles seem to be popular. I’d like to see more female superheroes. How about a grandmother superhero? I’d pay good money to see that.

The great thing about civility is that it does not require you to agree with or approve of anything. You don’t even have to love your neighbor to be civil. You just have to treat your neighbor the same way you would like your neighbor to treat your grandmother, or your child.

We can change our life, our being; no matter what our will is, we are changed. As the moon changes yet is one, so we are virgin, wife, mother, grandmother.

Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.

I’m a father, a son, and a grandson, and if anyone messed with my wife, mom, or grandmother, and if the law didn’t care about it, what would I do? Would I be defined by that action?