Manga Love Quotes

When a man learns to love, he must bear the risk of hatred.

I'll make you so in love with me, that everytime our lips touch, you'll die a little death.

If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch, Could I join two hearts as well?

Kira: L, do you know Gods of death love apples? L: Damn you, Kira...

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.

In my crazy world, above all others...you were the only one who was the ugliest. And you were the only one...who was the most beautiful.... This is the unspoken truth.

Oh this? It's a 'bookworm.' They live in books, and they love to eat important or valuable words.

Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside.

There's nothing happy about love at all!! I would rather have not known real love... if it hurts this much.

It is a very strange thing, to be in love. It changes you.

Wo ai ni, Tessa,” he whispered. “Wo bu xiang shi qu ni.” She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant. I love you. And I don’t want to lose you.

It is better than going on loving someone who cannot love me back. Better wasting all that feelings" -Tessa gray

Shigure: "That's lovely. She’s so... how shall I say it? By putting it into words I'm afraid the nobility of it all would only be obscured." Yuki: "Of what?" Shigure: "You know, she's so spunky!" Kyo: "You sick bastard!

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.

Just because I'm doing what I love, doesn't mean It's always going to be fun.

Thanks to these eyes...I came to understand how cruel and despicable people can be. But that also allowed me to appreciate true beauty. All you have to do is appreciate things from a different perspective Once I realized the things we take for granted are really miracles, I came to see everything in it's precious, empheral beauty. ..... I love this world.

We were alone and starved for love. Kids that lived in a world full of hate.

Manga is virtual. Manga is sentiment. Manga is resistance. Manga is bizarre. Manga is pathos. Manga is destruction. Manga is arrogance. Manga is love. Manga is kitsch. Manga is sense of wonder. Manga is … there is no conclusion yet.

My feelings for you...are like the stillness of the sand...they make no sound...as they're washed away.

We were once getting married. And I have loved you all this time- a century and a half. -Jem

Listen.. to your motor-mouth mother..... Lovely Minato said

You were magnificent, Gojo Satoru. I shall never forget you for as long as I live. (alt: You cleared my skies, Gojo Satoru. I will never forget you for the rest of my life.)

This...this...thing?" "A parsnip?" Jem suggested "A parsnip planted in satan's own garden," said Will. He glanced about. "I dont suppose there's a dog I could feed it to?" "There dont seem to be any pets about," Jem-who loved animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church-observed. "Probably all poisened by parsnips," said Will.

I've been trying not to think about the things I wanted but couldn't have. I figured life must be about what you can't have. Some part of me has given up wanting anything. Why? I'm human, aren't I? Even though I knew that this was pointless. Why did I fall in love?

Just tell me what's so irritating."(katsu) That's none of your damn business!"(kyok) Maybe not. But I'm curious."(katsu) It's EVERYTHING you prick! God, you're annoying! It's everything,okay?! EVERYTHING PISSES ME OFF! Them! And them! And them! And YOU! Everyone and everything!I HATE YOUR GODDAMN GUTS! You just...You all treat people like garbage. But you're all just as bad!QUIT TRYING TO ACT LIKE YOU'RE ALL FRIGGIN' PERFECT! Leave me alone. I wish everyone would just...go. Get out of my life. I'd be better off with YOU DEAD! DIE! DIE! GO TO HELL! YOU DISAPPEAR! YOU FALL APART!"(kyok) Really? I think you WANT them to care. You want them to look at you, don't you? All those people. You want them to need you. You want them.....to listen to you. To understand somehow. You want them to accept you. I think.... you want them to love you.You know something? I'm like that, too."(katsu) ... Wh-why? Why did I....turn out....like this?"(kyok) You're asking me?"(katsu) That's what..That's what I wanna know. Why? Why...did I..?!"(kyok) Where did she go wrong? What was her mistake? "I'm miserable. I feel so alone!"(kyok) -Katsuya and Kyoko Honda

You laugh at love... but love will make you cry. - Yasu

In the world of love, it takes more than love to make someone happy

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

Chocolate Love

chocolate

I'm soooooo greedy. Is that wrong?

I like your voice the most in this world.

A smile is the best way to get oneself out of a tight spot, even if it is a fake one. Surprisingly enough, everyone takes it at face value. I read that in a book." "If you keep staring at me, I'll hit you." "I only became part of your team recently when I replaced Sasuke, so I don't know everything that's going on. I don't really understand people either. But even I can tell that Naruto really loves you. Naruto's been shouldering that promise for a long time...I think he means to shoulder it for the rest of his life. I don't know what you said to him, but it's just like what's been done to me - it feels like a curse. Sasuke causes Naruto pain, but I think you do too." "Sasuke is only helping spread his darkness across the world. Letting him live will only sow the seeds of another war. He's just another criminal now. Sasuke lost all hope of coming back when his group, Akatsuki, attacked our village. Your fellow Konoha shinobi would never accept him now. Sakura's not stupid, either. She understands the position he's put us all in. That's why she came out here, to tell you herself.

OK. Yoga position 99.

I'm afraid of being loved. Because "I love you this way" means the same thing as "I won't love you anymore if you stop being this way", doesn't it?

Woolsey quirked an eyebrow. “You are a funny thing,” he said. “I would say I could see what those boys see in you, but …” He shrugged. His yellow dressing gown had a long, bloody tear in it now. “Women are not something I have ever understood.” “What about them do you find mysterious, sir?” “The point of them, mainly.” “Well, you must have had a mother,” said Tessa. “Someone whelped me, yes,” said Woolsey without much enthusiasm. “I remember her little.” “Perhaps, but you would not exist without a woman, would you? However little use you may find us, we are cleverer and more determined and more patient than men. Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.” “Is that what you are doing? Enduring? Surely an engaged woman should be happier.” His light eyes raked her. “A heart divided against itself cannot stand, as they say. You love them both, and it tears you apart.” “House,” said Tessa. He raised an eyebrow. “What was that?” “A house divided against itself cannot stand. Not a heart. Perhaps you should not attempt quotations if you cannot get them correct.

My daughter sees men as little more than adornments. Her only real interest is in herself. She wants to be desired, to see how far she can lean men. Is not that she wants their love. Just a boost to her ego. That's all she cares about.

I can empathize with the magnitude of his sheer solitude more than anyone else. (alt: I understand the feeling of what it's like to be lonely at the top.)

Yeah, even if I see a human with a Shinigami, I tell you.-Ryuk

stealing chocolates

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

Since I was small, I've loved fantastical stories. I've yearned for a world I could never see in yellow town. One like the worlds in books. You can travel in those worlds for as long as you want- all you have to do is read.

Ultimate strength and the solitude it brings!! I'm the only who'll teach you about love!!

On a freezing night like this, someone, please warm him up for me- Nana

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...

All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man? What is the ape to man? A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. And man shall be just that for the overman: a laughingstock or a painful embarrassment… (…) Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman—a rope over an abyss… What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going under…

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

i love this book it is the best of both world love romance

Have you ever had a book you couldn’t help but flip through when you remembered it? A book you kept coming back to, over and over again? That’s what you are to me

Gotcha. Whoopsie~

It's safe to say that love does exist in this world. But none of it will ever be directed at me.

I really love the smell of Waffle House. It’s this perfect combination of butter, maple syrup, bacon, and maybe onions? Whatever it is, they should bottle it up and pour it into a scented marker, so I can draw hot manga characters who smell like WaHo.

I put everything I had into trying to reach him. To make him understand... All my physical training, those techniques I mastered... My explosiveness, quick thinking and attempts at humor... I gave it my all, but it wasn't enough.〈The loneliness that comes with unrivaled strength. The one who will teach you about love is...〉

Even though I like kissing... No matter how much I think I want him to stop, that I hate him and want him to let go, in that moment, I couldn't care less. That's why... I'm... wondering whether I'm mistaking that for love.

It is very easy to destroy something. And very difficult to repair it again. Magic is much the same way. Magic that destroys and kills is very simple to master. Weak witches who fall victim to the temptations of easy power, therefore, grow lax in their study of true magic. The true magic is the ability to repair. The power to revive. That which calls back joy that has been shattered. That which brings back warmth to love gone cold. […] The world of humanity is full of separation, loss, and mourning. Everyone lives their lives seeking the means to evade or bear that sadness. But for a witch with the power to endlessly regenerate, any concept of destruction or decay no longer applies. The Endless Witch is free of all worldly suffering, certain of eternal bliss.

You always feel like something is missing when you finish a book, even when the story has a perfectly happy ending.

I'll make you fall for me! By having you like me, I'll turnover that trauma for you" -Takaya

I give my love to the unloved.

chocolate life

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

Why am I fixated on that man? I don't want to realise that now. That I want him to love me. I want him to love me. I want him to love me so much I could die.

To me you’re like a book I wish would never end” -Futurai no renai shoka

How much do I have to pay to get you to sleep with no one but me! Tell me!" "W-wait a minute... You're acting strange today... Do you really like me that much?!" "I do. I've liked you since the summer of our first year in high school. I've loved you so damn much. Ha... I'll admit it already... I'll die if you throw me away...

Love doesn't mean 'I never want you to change.' But I don't think it means 'I don't care if you change,' either. So I suppose it might mean... 'I believe that you'll always be the person I adore.' A declaration of faith.

Living in the company of death—between the lines. It lets me see your face as if it were yesterday. I wonder if I’ve grown dependent on this pain. Stepping into the otherside. I see you, but Summer . . . who invited you inside?

If you`re happy with the man you love,then i will never destroy that happiness.We are not lovers but you`re my friend, a precious companion and i always want to see you smiling and happy.Even if i don`t receive anything...even if i look like an idiot..." -Shinbashi Kazuma

Death come to all men. It is only a matter of time. But even if your flesh is gone,your immortal soul lives on. Whether you live or die it's the same to me... That's why i'm not worried. I don't need to worry. But... For some reason,i don't know why,but... I think she deserves more fun in her life. I want her to make lots of friends,and have a lot of fun times,and fall in love...Just like everyone at home. I am a Dullahan,one how guides souls to their resting place...i'm not allowed to change someone's fate Even so...i still... I still want to save her. I...what should i do?

Ultimate strength and the solitude it brings!! I'm the only who'll teach you about love!!

Kukuku... Looks like we have ourselves a countdown. To when that smirk will be wiped off your face, that is. Heh... *grins* Well, we both tend to smirk.

Ultimate strength and the solitude it brings!! I'm the one who'll teach you about love!!

If you became a snake tomorrow And began devouring people, If you roared your love for me With that mouth you use to devour people Could I still say that I love you As I do today?

i' don't really understand people who are in love . it's difficult to display your emotions.

My love for Neo-Tokyo is a bulbous mass of post-human organic circuitry. Cyperpunk is my mother tongue. My love is a man-machine interface gun.

Why are you so fixated on that man?

Everything you own wants to be of use to you. Even if you throw it away or burn it, it will only leave behind the energy of wanting to be of service.

show it.

Once you’ve tasted “love” from human flesh, you’re forever hooked. And mermaids have quite a voracious appetite for love.

No matter how much or how often people hurt each other, loving someone is never a waste.

The City of San Francisco is being stalked by a huge, shaved vampyre cat named Chet, and only I, Abby Normal, emergency backup mistress of the Greater Bay Area night, and my manga-haired love monkey, Foo Dog, stand between the ravenous monster and a bloody massacre of the general public. Which isn’t, like, as bad as it sounds, because the general public kind of sucks ass.

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.

In the end, you're just putting off discarding clothes that no longer bring joy. ...why would you wear joyless clothes inside when you would never wear them outside? Your time at home should be special, too. Don't dress "just for the time being". Wear clothes you love!

When Peter comes to pick me up, I run outside and open the passenger-side door and scream when I see him. His hair is blond! “Oh my God!” I shriek, touching his hair. “Did you bleach it?” He grins a self-satisfied kind of grin. “It’s spray. My mom found it for me. I can use it again when we do Romeo and Juliet for Halloween.” He’s eyeing me in my getup. “I like those shoes. You look sexy.” I can feel my cheeks warm up. “Be quiet.” As he backs out of my driveway, he glances at me again and says, “It’s the truth, though.” I give him a shove. “All I’m saying is, people better know who I am.” “I’ve got you covered,” he assures me. And he does. When we walk down the senior hallway, Peter cues up the Pixies’ “Where Is My Mind?” on his phone, loud, and people actually clap for us. Not one person asks if I’m a manga character.

The skills I drilled into this tempered body of mine, my refined senses, even my haphazard tactics and explosive power... I gave it my all. I wanted to convey everything to Sukuna. I wanted him to know. 〈The absolute strongest. The loneliness that follows. The one who will teach you about love is...〉

Hey. I've just thought of something which I shouldn't think about. Hey. Whoa, wait a minute. I feel like I'm thinking of even ore things I shouldn't. After all, I can't want, nor wish for it, because I'll never get it. Even though there's no way that guy's life will belong to me. Why am I this upset? We met more than ten years ago. But even on the day we first kissed, and the day we first slept together, somehow, he has never... told me he likes me, much less that he loves me. I've never said it either. And yet, I've only told him to stay by my side. I thought that was enough. I hate this. Why am I fixated on that man? I don't want to realise that now. That I want him to love me. I want him to love me. I want him to love me so much I could die.

From the time I was very small, I felt no resistance whatsoever to the feeling of love. I loved Marie, and I loved many other things as well. It didn't matter what the thing was; I loved it all the same. A book. A house. A bird. A song. They were all connected at their roots, and the feeling that people cannot help but love, because they are lonely, seemed utterly natural to me.

When asked if he had a special feeling for books, critic-turned-filmmaker Francois Truffaut answered, "No. I love them and films equally, but how I love them!" As an example, Truffaut gave the example that his feeling of love for "Citizen Kane" (USA, 1941) "is expressed in that scene in 'The 400 Blows' where Antoine lights a candle before the picture of Balzac.' My book lights candles for m any of the great authors of this world: Chinua Achebe (Nigeria), Angela Carter (UK), Saratchandra Chattopadhyay (India), Janet Frame (New Zealand), Yu Hua (China), Stieg Larsson (Sweden), Clarice Lispector (Brazil), Mario Vargas Llosa (Peru), Naguib Mifouz (Egypt), Murasaki Shikibu (Japan), and Alice Walker (USA) - to name but a few. Furthermore, graphic novels, manga, musicals, television, webisodes and even amusement park rides like 'Pirates of the Caribbean' can inspire work in adaptation. Let's be open to learning from them all. ("Great Adaptations: Screenwriting and Global Storytelling," 2)

PG: Who tends to have an interest in moé characters? HT: Clearly we are talking about those who are marginalized— Japanese men in particular, who seem to be getting weaker. After the Second World War, the value of men in Japan was determined by their productivity at work. The man who earned money was able to spend it, showing that he was a worthy mate. This then became the only way to be a man, the only way to be favorably appraised by women. I call this the era of love capitalism, meaning that dating and courtship were increasingly tied to consumption. Trendy dramas aired on television that promoted going to fancy restaurants or taking a ski vacation. So those men who failed or dropped out of the system looked for love elsewhere, for example in manga and anime. The situation got worse when the economy tanked in the 1990s, which made it harder to get that job and be that ideal man. There were a few men who had love and a lot of men who didn’t. I call this the love gap (ren’ai kakusa). Moé provides a low-cost, low-stress solution to this problem. It is love on our terms. Moé is a love revolution that challenges people’s commonsense notions about the world. You don’t need much capital to access moé, and you can do it in a way that suits you. Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not saying that everyone should give up on reality; I’m just pointing out that some of us find satisfaction with fictional characters. It’s not for everyone, but maybe more people would recognize this life choice if it wasn’t always belittled. Forcing people to live up to impossible ideals so that they can participate in so-called reality creates so-called losers, who in their despair might lash out at society. We don’t have to accept something just because people tell us that it is normal or right or better.

After the assembly I’m getting my chem book out of my locker when Peter comes over and leans his back against the locker next to mine. Through his mask he says, “Hey.” “Hey,” I say. And then he doesn’t say anything else; he just stands there. I close my locker door and spin the combination lock. “Congratulations on winning best group costume.” “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?” Huh? “What else am I supposed to say?” Just then Josh walks by with Jersey Mike, who’s dressed up as a hobbit, hairy feet and all. Walking backward, Josh points his wand at me and says, “Expelliarmus!” Automatically I point my wand back at him and say, “Avada Kedavra!” Josh clutches his chest like I’ve shot him. “Way harsh!” he calls out, and he disappears down the hallway. “Uh…don’t you think it’s weird for my supposed girlfriend to wear a couples costume with another guy?” Peter asks me. I roll my eyes. I’m still mad at him from this morning. “I’m sorry, I can’t talk to you when you look like this. How am I supposed to have a conversation with a person in head-to-toe latex?” Peter pushes his mask up. “I’m serious! How do you think it makes me look?” “First of all, it wasn’t planned. Second of all, nobody cares what my costume is! Who would even notice something like that?” “People notice,” Peter huffs. “I noticed.” “Well, I’m sorry. I’m very sorry that a coincidence like this would ever occur.” “I really doubt it was a coincidence,” Peter mutters. “What do you want me to do? Do you want me to pop over to the Halloween store during lunch and buy a red wig and be Mary Jane?” Smoothly Peter says, “Could you? That’d be great.” “No, I could not. You know why? Because I’m Asian, and people will just think I’m in a manga costume.” I hand him my wand. “Hold this.” I lean down and lift the hem of my robe so I can adjust my knee socks. Frowning, he says, “I could have been someone from the book if you’d told me in advance.” “Yes, well, today you’d make a really great Moaning Myrtle.

I'll be alright...even if I'm not with you. My love continues to grow each day. The harder the situation the stronger my love will become. The more I endure...the more my love overflows. I love you. I love you.

Life seems to me to be a matter of choosing love, over and over, even knowing that it makes you vulnerable, that it might hurt you later. Or even sooner. You just have no choice. You choose to love or you choose to live in an empty world with no one there but you. And that seems like a truly terrible way to spend eternity.

Lying... definitely isn't right. But there's no one so perfect that they only do the right thing. For instance, fighting is wrong... but I've done it, Lin Hang's done it, even Qiu Tian's done it. But it's not like we're bad people for having done some wrong things... right? In this world, having a [requited] love is rare enough... that we are one of those few... is incredibly lucky.

You must not reject the three weeks you spent drifting between world-lines. You must not undo the past! Those three weeks made you who you are; a man who would do anything to save the people he loves.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

She has fame, beauty, wealth…and love. She’s a woman who has everything. And now she wants a pet…with everything she had, she still feels incomplete…and she expects “Count D” to satisfy that.

A morte não brinca. A morte é repentina. Não tem qualquer apetência para ironia ou razões. A morte tira, simplesmente, diretamente, sem truques na manga. Mas, pelo menos, Desta vez, A morte teve a gentileza de esperar pelo adeus.