Manga Girl Quotes

Yes, boys are a little like shoes. Why? Well...They can be useful. But mainly...They are nice to look at. Getting the right one can be a lovely accessory to an outfit. There are times when you couldn't do without them. And there are times when you'd rather do without them. Get the wrong ones and they can hurt. There are many types and often the ones that look the nicest are completely unpractical.

Hey Nana, If Cinderella's glass slipper fits so perfectly, I wonder why it fell off along the way? I can't help but think that it was on purpose, to attract the prince's affections. No matter what I do, I'll still have the fate of a girl who just keeps getting hurt, wondering if she can be happy in this pointless, one man show?

To marry a girl just to make her a widow,” said Gabriel Lightwood. “Many would say that was not a kindness.

Jem always said that Will rushed toward the end of a mission rather than proceeding in a measured manner, and that one must look at the next step on the path ahead, rather than the destination in the distance, or one would never reach one’s goal. Will closed his eyes for a moment. He knew that Jem was right, but it was hard to remember, when the goal that he sought was the girl that he loved.

There was a little girl, When she was good, she was very, very good. But when she was bad, she was horrid.

When a girl smiles, she's as beautiful as a blooming flower.

Have you ever, for even a second, thought about how hard it is for people like me just to stay alive?

It will be interesting to find out something about her that no one else knew.

Do you like manga?" she asked after a minute. "Anime?" "Anime's cool. I'm not really into it, but 1 like Japanese movies, animated or not." "Well, I'm into it. I watch the shows, read the books, chat on the boards, and all that. But this girl I know, she's completely into it. She spends most of her allowance on the books and DVDs. She can recite dialogue from them." She caught my gaze. "So would you say she belongs here?" "No. Most kids are that way about something, right? With me, it's movies. Like knowing who directed a sci-fi movie made before I was born.

Chocolate Love

He reached into the bag and drew out an odd array of manga, ripped paperbacks of books both classic and modern, and a small stack of crumpled magazines. "See, I even brought some things to read aloud. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so there's a bit of everything.

Even if it's meaningless . . . sometimes, nice things happen.

War is when people kill one another, right? Why would they do that?

Sure, scars can be painfull to look at, reminding you where you've been, but they also remind you of how far you've come.

Je suis ce que je suis.” – Death “Is that a spell?” – Nick “It’s French, Nick. Means ‘I am what I am.’ Sheez, kid. Get educated. Read a book. I promise you it’s not painful.” – Death “I would definitely argue that. Have you seen my summer reading list? It’s nothing but girl books about them getting body parts and girl things I don’t want to discuss in class with my female English teacher. Maybe in the boys’ locker room and maybe with a coach, but not with a woman teacher in front of other girls who already won’t go out with me. Or worse, they’re about how bad all of us men reek and how we need to be taken out and shot ‘cause we’re an affront to all social and natural orders. Again – thanks, Teach. Give the girls even more reason to kick us down when we talk to one. Not like it’s not hard enough to get up the nerve to ask one out. Can you say inappropriate content? And then they tell me my manga’s bad. Riiight…Is it too much to ask that we have one book, just one, on the required reading list that says, ‘Hey, girls. Guys are fun and we’re okay. Really. We’re not all mean psycho-killing, bloodsucking animals. Most of us are pretty darn decent, and if you’ll just give us a chance, you’ll find out we’re not so bad.’” – Nick

If we kissed, we could go inside the skin. That's probably why grown-ups kissed. It had never occurred to me that there was such an animal-like meaning in the romantic kisses I'd read about in girls' manga.

Boys... I hope you all just die.

Sophie has a gift," she said. "She has the Sight. She can see what others do not. In her old life she often wondered if she was mad. Now she knows that she is not mad but special. There, she was only a parlor maid, who would likely have lost her position once her looks had faded. Now she is a valued member of our household, a gifted girl with much to contribute.

In town, there's a tiny beach that's never busy, not even in the summer. I used to like walking there, looking for stuff. Like old fireworks. Or kelp. A hat knocked off someone's head by the wind. You basically never find what you were expecting to. And maybe you weren't expecting to find anything right from the start...

If a guy can‘t handle it when you talk about quantum physics, Manga, or Dungeons and Dragons, then he probably isn‘t the guy for you. If he gets embarrassed by your bluntness, you‘re probably not a good match. If he doesn‘t get your jokes, references, etc., then do you really want to pursue it? We tend to feel flawed and want to change ourselves to be accepted. We are good mimics and we think that we can mimic being the kind of girl that guys will like. By all means work on yourself, but most important, be yourself.

Memories? Pheh. Those just get in the way of living.

Girls are…kind. Tender. They’re pretty and they smell good. They give me life. They’re all like precious goddesses. I can’t have such impure feelings for them

Looks like you've learned your lesson! The planet of Venus, the goddess of love and beauty, can even use the stink of a toot in the name of lovely justice!" -Sailor Venus

Private school girls are scary.

- Youth. Live life and enjoy while thou art still young. - Huh? Where's it come from? Who said that? - I did.

Sex with love is an illusion, y'know!!

What's going to happen to us?

I like your dick better than you.

Better watch her. She burns other people's books.

Girls should be protected by guys.' I think that idea is outdated.

Girls should be protected by guys.' I think that idea is outdated.

You can’t avoid the battle. None of us can. For the answers we seek, the answers to everything, can only be found when the last duel is finished…I’ll be waiting for you.

Time to say goodbye to my old self…to turn and face the truth…not to hide from it.

A rabble-rouser from the UN high commission for refugees . . . the former magi who resigned in protest against purification . . . plus a girl . . . and a dog.

Ask a man what he most desires…and he’ll show you his shortcomings. Those who long to be pure…must hide from their true selves. Those who envy and hate…can never hope for happiness. Those who idolize the prince…will never find love again.

Rin: "You realize you two are trespassing, don't you? This place is my territory, get it? And anyone who comes into my territory without permission...has to pay a toll!" Akira: "Toll...?" Keisuke: "A...a girl??" Rin: "Sorry to break it to you...but I'm packing!" Keisuke: "P-packing...? What? !@*?!!

Well, alright. Let’s see... Long ago, in the castle town of a kingdom far, far away, there lived a girl named Cinderella...” I never thought I’d be telling stories featuring witches or wizards in a world where magic really existed... Still, Sue seemed happy enough, so I didn’t really mind. After that, I exhausted myself by reciting every fairy tale imaginable, and before I knew it, I found myself telling the stories of famous manga and popular anime movies. I almost leapt out of my boots when Sue yelled about wanting to embark on a hunt for the Castle in the Sky, but Leim managed to calm her down.

Our true world exists someplace else. We all want to get that world back…so we can finally return to our deepest selves…this world we inhabit…it’s like an egg…a small world encased in a hard shell. The chick will die unborn, if it doesn’t break through that shell…die without ever knowing that it’s a bird! If we don’t break the world’s shell…we’ll die without being born…without knowing we can fly! And I want to fly. That is why I will revolutionize the world…so I can be myself!

Utena! Who do you like, Anthy Himeniya or me?” “Wakaba, what are you talking—“ “Don’t you see? You’re always with Anthy these days. I don’t like it! I belong to you!” “Wakaba, you’re my dearest friend. C’mon…don’t cry.” “Then what about Anthy Himeniya?” “How to put it…Himeniya is kind of like family. When I’m with her and Chu-Chu…I feel at peace. Like I don’t have to say or do anything…” “Hmph! Isn’t that the sort of thing…that married people would say?” “Wakaba…” “That’s even worse, Utena! That means Anthy Himeniya—is your wife!” “Well…she is my Rose Bride…but I can’t tell her that…” “If that’s how you want it, fine! I’ll be the mistress. And I’ll just fight the legal wife over you!” “Wakaba!

But I was starving! You know I always forget my lunch—and who expects me to concentrate on Advanced Manga Drawing Level 2 when visions of pork buns and powdered doughnuts dance in my head? Teacher Suzuki acted like it was the end of the world just because I got hungry,” --Bunny Lilka

If you ever touch my computer again I will seriously kill you.

Isobe... I think your cumming face is the cutest.

There are plenty of boys clustered around the wall, laughing, shoving each other playfully, yelling, competing for the attention of the girls. But somehow I know that the one who’s staring at me is the boy leaning against the post holding up the canopy, his shoulders square to it, his head ducked over the cigarette he’s holding, a tiny red point flaring in the shadow as he pulls on the filter. I shake my head and say firmly to myself, Smoking’s disgusting. I’m still looking, though. He’s tall and slim, I can tell that much. And his hair, dropping over his forehead, is jet-black, as if he were a hero in a manga book, drawn with pen and ink, two or three thick glossy strands separating into perfect dark curves. I snap my head back from the lurker in the shadows to the actual boy still holding my hand, only to see that Leonardo is looking over my shoulder in the same direction. “Luca!” he exclaims, dropping my hand to wave at someone. “Finalmente!” I am determined not to turn. Just in case it’s the same boy. I don’t want to look too interested, or too eager. Besides, he might be really ugly. Or spotty. Or have some silly chinstrap shaved onto his face-- “Eccolo!” Leonardo’s saying happily, and it would be silly of me, by now, not to turn to face the person who’s strolled over and is leaning against the side of the table. I look up at him, and my heart stops for a moment. “Luca!” Andrea says, echoing Leonardo. “Finalmente!” “This is Luca, our friend,” Leonardo says happily as I think: Luca. Finally. “Ciao,” Luca says, nodding at us, his long legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles. He’s wearing a dark blue shirt tucked into black jeans, and silver rings on a couple of his long fingers, the cigarette held loosely between them. His inky hair tumbles over his forehead, and I see, with a shock like a knife to the chest, that his eyes, heavily fringed with thick black lashes, are the midnight blue of sapphires or deep seawater. I can’t speak.

Fire . . . Does that light by itself?

THERE ARE VERY LIMITED OPTIONS for Asian girls on Halloween. Like one year I went as Velma from Scooby-Doo, but people just asked me if I was a manga character. I even wore a wig! So now I’m committed to dressing up as Asian characters exclusively.

Her magic could make anyone a prince—anyone she loved. But her brother was no prince at all—far from it. That’s why she needed to hide him from everyone.

Have fun, party hard, and tell her I love her.

Weak people can only obey the strong! Guys with no power have no right to be alive! Oh? Did I break your arms lil lady? Ha!" "You must not be very popular with the girls." "Whatcha say?" "Going on and on about your empty pride really turns girls off. They'll think you're too tiring to be around. As another fellow human being, I feel embarrassed for you.

Sheesh. You're reeling and weaving all over the place. What are you, a girl?" "How rude. You can just call me graceful. And if you think that only women can be graceful then you've got a pretty old-fashioned view.

After she killed me…the dueler’s field arose in the sky…and the castle where eternity exists came into being. And she, in turn…was reborn as the Rose Bride. This is Anthy’s kingdom—created with her love! Here, a prince must always exist…for without a center, this world would fall! A real live prince was the only thing still missing! It was to fill this void…that the rings were sent, the duels created. All to regain the prince she had lost.

No one can defy…the Laws of the Rose Seal.

Don’t you want to see it through-to the bitter end? To see the power of Dios, the power to revolutionalize the world?

Throw the match…and you’re no prince!

I am the Rose Bride…I shall follow the victor…by the law of the Rose Seal.

You know I cannot disobey World’s End.

See how it shines? That light…is the glory of Dios…and the Rose Bride. A glowing fire beyond measure…to burn all in its path!

Anthy Himeniya told me to follow her…so she could show me…who my brother truly loved.

Don’t cling to love. Memory will hold you here, unable to move on. Just like Anthy and Akio Ohtori.

I’ll keep loving you…until World’s End.

Elegance is a way of life here…like our symbol, the rose. Eep! I sound like a TV ad.

Utena…come with me…we can revolutionize the world…together.

…it all began long ago…when the Rose Prince walked the earth, turning every girl he met into a princess. The prince’s life was both bitter and sweet. For he knew…that he was but a predetermined equation within a predetermined world…

The general population isn’t that different from other schools, but…we have our princes!

The most elite and beautiful join the student council. See? They’re idealized by the rest of the school. They get their own dorms…and wear a special uniform. Like princes in a world of their own!

I…I’m a prince! My own prince…with my own ambitions! That’s what I decided…after you left me! I’m not just going to sit there…and wait for my prince to come! I’ll be my own prince, damn it!” “A rose, then, a for a prince. It is a hard path…

A garden…suspended in midair?

This is my garden. Do you like it?” “Yes…but who are you?” “The keeper of the roses…Anthy Himeniya! They let me do pretty much as I wish, since I’m the chairman’s sister.” “Um…okay…” “Of course, the rose garden may keep me…one can never tell about these things!

Anyone who aspires to be a prince…may be chosen as a duelist!

World’s End”…always looking down on the campus from his ivory tower.

You’re so cute when you’re upset…Lady Utena.

What a cold prince! She doesn’t know what she’s missing…” “How very true!

I’m trying to draw far more…than mere words will ever tell!

Making friends the only way you know, eh, Himeniya? And you wonder why I hate you so much…

She reminds me of everything I once hated about myself!

Ohtori Academy—it’s like a beautiful prison, isn’t it? The students bound by insignificant rules, yet swathed in comfort…a cage fit for a king.

Lady Utena…you remind me of the Dios I once knew…and loved.

My fate was to die. From the day Dios chose to save me from that fate…he has been saddled with the duties and powers of a prince. He was noble, beautiful. I loved him. And I respected him deeply. For he was everything an ideal prince should be.

We live in the same world…and you’re my friend. I want to understand you!

THERE ARE VERY LIMITED OPTIONS for Asian girls on Halloween. Like one year I went as Velma from Scooby-Doo, but people just asked me if I was a manga character. I even wore a wig! So now I'm committed to dressing up as Asian characters exclusively.

As long as you keep me there-in your heart—then I can continue to exist like this. I can stay at this school…for all eternity…

World’s End—the one who sent the rings with the rose seal, who controls these duels of ours…is himself a prince, deeply wounded by his own life.

Sweet Anthy…that prince is no good anymore. Let’s look for a new one…just you and me…” “…no…I’m going to a new world. With her!

Since that night…my hourglass has been stopped, since that night…won’t someone break my hourglass?

Your high principles are nothing more than a convenient rationalization for your denial.

At last, she’s come…to break my hourglass…and set me free.

The world of this campus…different from the one I grew up in…what is it? If only I knew…what makes this place…like a different world! If I…only knew…

Utena…my prince is here! You were my real prince all along.

Any eternity can be yours…as long as you stay here…with me!

I know how you feel…but do you truly want…to live for all time…the way you are now? To keep turning that scar into the Sword of Dios…as you nurse the same old wound…for all eternity?

The hero will in time reach the castle in the air…and there obtain enough power to even revolutionize the world. That power—is Dios.

My first kiss…to a guy like him. What a blunder!

When you drew forth the power of Dios, even though you weren’t a student council member…I was surprised to say the least. Where was it hiding? Where could such an ability be sleeping within you? I’d still like to find out.

You needed to rekindle your sister’s lost power of love…so you made up this game!” “We need a prince. All of us.

Her contemporaries, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa (born 1928), Yukio Mishima (born 1925), and others did much to disseminate transgressive and nonheteronormative memes, which in turn influenced the Year 24 Group—the next generation of creators, such as Moto Hagio, Keiko Takemiya, and Yumiko Oshima, who fueled the boom of girls’ manga containing themes of same-sex or otherwise forbidden or transgressive romance.

While Iris mercilessly teased Christine until the poor girl looked ready to start flinging icicles, Alex and Andrew continued their merciless assault on Kevin. “You put the ‘k’ in otaku.” “When people look up otaku in the dictionary, they see your face.” “You’ve even got an otaku meme on Twitter.” “Shut up! I am not an otaku!” Kevin stood up and slammed his hands on the stone table. He glared at his friends. “I’m not! Just because I like anime that doesn’t mean I’m an otaku. And you two have no right to say anything!” He pointed an accusing finger at Alex and Andrew. “You watch and read just as much anime and manga as I do!” “You make a good point,” Alex admitted. “It doesn’t change the fact that you are, indeed, an otaku.” Andrew nodded at his brother’s words. “Only a true otaku would deny being otaku.” “No, they wouldn’t! Otaku are people who proudly proclaim their status even though they know others will look down on them for it. That’s half the reason they get such a bad rep in Japan, and even then, Japanese society has begun to accept otaku culture more readily in the last few years. I once read an article on Rocket News 24 that some people are beginning to think that being otaku isn’t something to be ashamed of.” “And how could you possibly know that unless you were an otaku?” Iris teased. Kevin grabbed his hair and threw his head back. “Arggghhh!” “Poor Kevin.” Lilian giggled. “Getting ganged up on by everyone.” “Ha…” Kevin sat down and pouted at his mate. “You’re not really helping me out, you know. You should be backing me up.” “I can only back you up when something isn’t true.” “Now you’re just being mean.” “I’m sorry,” Lilian said in mock contrite, her eyes glittering with mirth. “Would a hug make it better?” Kevin sniffled. “Maybe.” Lilian spread her arms wide. “Okay. Come here, Kevin.” “Lilian.” “Kevin!” “Lilian!” “Would you two knock it off already!” Christine snapped out of her state of perpetual humiliation long enough to shout at the hugging couple.

LOLLIPOP DOLLS IS like some weird little girl's hunting lodge. The heads and faces of every Japanese cartoon character and monster are hung on the walls like trophies. Their plastic guts are in model kits on the shelves and their skins are draped on padded hangers in long rows of animal prints and Little Bo Peep frills. When I turn around, there's a platoon of twelve-year-old Cutie Honey types staring up at me, letting me know that I'm extremely not welcome. It's Village of the Damned with ankle socks.

Così l'amore sarebbe una cosa inutile e senza senso? Non è vero! Quando ti piace veramente qualcuno soffri tantissimo, ma quel sentimento che ti stringe il petto, quell'emozione che non si può esprimere a parole, non voglio perderla! Se le videogirl non possono amare, io non voglio più essere una videogirl!