Icarly Quotes

Know love. Sow love. Grow love!

The Creator always compares us iCarly kids to the kids on his other hit show, Victorious. I think he thinks it’ll make us try harder.

But since meeting Miranda, my cool radar has shifted. The first time I met her was at my screen test for iCarly. She was leaning against a wall, sipping Coke from a glass bottle and texting on her Sidekick. Whoa. Coke and a Sidekick. This girl knows what’s up.

My face blanches. “Kill her?” Shane’s expression turns pained. “She didn’t just give birth to an Icaral, Elloren. They believe she’s given birth to the Icaral.” I’m frozen into stunned silence. We all know of the Prophecy, set down by the late Atellian Lumyn, one of the greatest Seers our church has ever known. A Great Winged One will soon arise and cast his fearsome shadow upon the land. And just as Night slays Day, and Day slays Night, so also shall another Black Witch rise to meet him, her powers vast beyond imagining. And as their powers clash upon the field of battle, the heavens shall open, the mountains tremble and the waters run crimson...and their fates shall determine the future of all Erthia.

When it is late, everyone cares!

I care,' Tamlin snarled. Lucien whooshed out a breath. 'I care if you die, if you're hurt, if you will be in danger every moment for the rest of our lives.

I care for myself.  The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

I think about how many things my aunt and the others tried to warn me about. It’s just as it says in our sacred text, just as the images on the stained-glass windows portray things to be. The Icarals are hideous things of great Evil, and need to be destroyed before they destroy us. And Sage’s baby, if this is its destiny—to turn into one of those things—then the Mage Council is right in wanting to take it from her, stripping it of its wings and its power. Killing it, even. I shudder to think of those creatures armed with overwhelming power at their disposal, and I know that if my attackers had been in possession of their wings, I’d be dead. And if my aunt is right about this, and about my need to leave home, if her intuition is so good, maybe she’s right about other things, as well. Maybe the Selkies are only dangerous, feral animals—just as horrible as the Icarals when they have their skins. And maybe she’s right about Lukas and wandfasting.

I don’t like knowing people in the context of things. Oh, that’s the person I work out with. That’s the person I’m in a book club with. That’s the person I did that show with. Because once the context ends, so does the friendship. I yearn to know the people I love deeply and intimately—without context, without boxes—and I yearn for them to know me that way, too. And as much as I think I know Miranda deeply and intimately, I don’t like that I know her through the context of iCarly, because iCarly is ending, and I don’t want our friendship to end with it.

My aunt doesn’t seem surprised by this. She fixes me with the type of look adults use when they are about to reveal to a child some unfortunate, troubling fact of life. “The Council is coming to take custody of her baby.” I blink in shocked surprise. Aunt Vyvian lays a comforting hand on my shoulder. “The child is deformed, Elloren. It needs a physician’s care, and much more.” “What’s wrong with it?” I breathe, almost not wanting to know. Aunt Vyvian searches my eyes, hesitant to tell me what I know will be something monstrous. “Elloren,” she explains gravely, “Sage has given birth to an Icaral.

This gift card is the highest-dollar-amount gift card I’ve ever seen. I almost can’t believe it. “It’s from Miranda,” I tell Mom, shocked. “A hundred dollars to ArcLight.” Miranda is my co-star on iCarly. She plays the titular role of Carly Shay—a sweet, feminine teenage girl who, with her best friends Sam and Freddie (played by my other co-star, Nathan), starts a web series. Mom says they didn’t flesh out Miranda’s character very well. “Poor thing gets all the exposition. She’s a pretty girl, but it’s a shame her character has no personality.” I look back down at the basket. I’m really surprised that another child actor would be so nice to me.

You don't know anything about me. I'm living with two chickens, did you know that? Do you have any idea how messy two chickens are?' Yvan glares at me, furious. 'They're called Icarals, not chickens!' 'what?' I'm momentarily thrown, but I quickly figure out where the confusion lies. 'I'm not talking about Ariel and Wynter. I'm talking about Ariel's pets. It used to be just one chicken; now it's two.

Quoi qu'il en soit, si nous nous en tenons au sens courant du terme, être naïf c'est s'arrêter à la perspective simplificatrice et matérialisante de l'enfance, sans pour autant devoir perdre l'instinct pour la « seule chose nécessaire », lequel n'exige aucune expérience complexe ni aucun don de spéculation abstraite. Nous voudrions répondre ici à la question suivante : un homme libéré d'une erreur pernicieuse est-il devenu plus intelligent pour autant? Au point de vue de l'intelligence potentielle, non ; mais au point de vue de l'intelligence effective, oui, certainement; car sous ce rapport, vérité égale intelligence. La preuve en est que l'acceptation d'une vérité-clef entraîne la capacité de comprendre — comme par une réaction en chaîne — d'autres vérités du même ordre, plus une multitude d'applications subordonnées; toute compréhension illumine, toute incompréhension obscurcit. A l'opposé de la naïveté, il y a l'intelligence luciférienne, exploratrice, inventive, laquelle s'enfonce passionnément et aveuglément dans l'inconnu et l'indéfini; c'est l'histoire de Prométhée et d'Icare, et c'est la curiosité-suicide

Dans cette cartographie de l'errance amoureuse, les lignes de fuite convergent vers un même point de chute, représenté par Brueghel sur cette fameuse toile [Icare] dont une copie se trouve aux musées royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique – rue de la Régence numéro 3, juste en face du boulevard du Régent, où Arthur Rimbaud flânait en rêvant d'Aden, de Sahara ou «d'incroyables Florides ». (p. 194-195)

Certitudinea e pentru curiozitate acelasi lucru ca soarele pentru aripile lui Icar. Cand una straluceste cu putere, cealalta nu poate supravietui. Odata cu certitudinea vine aroganta; cu aroganta, orbirea; cu orbirea, intunericul; si cu intunericul, mai multa certitudine.

To Funk-E-Festers! To get my giant magic dolphin!

Je n'ai plus même pitié de moi Et ne puis exprimer mon tourment de silence Tous les mots que j'avais à dire se sont changés en étoiles Un Icare tente de s'élever jusqu'à chacun de mes yeux Et porteur de soleils je brûle au centre de deux nébuleuses Qu'ai-je fait aux bêtes théologales de l'intelligence Jadis les morts sont revenus pour m'adorer Et j'espérais la fin du monde Mais la mienne arrive en sifflant comme un ouragan

I don't like knowing people in the context of things. "Oh that's the person I work with" "That's the person I'm in a book club with" "That's the person I did that show with" Because once the context ends, so did the friendship. I yearn to know people I love deeply and intimately -without context, without boxes- and I yearn for them to know me that way, too. And as much as I think I know Miranda deeply and intimately, I don't like that I know her trough the context of iCarly, because iCarly is ending, and I don't want our friendship to end with it.