Shinji Quotes

I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you.

I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there's nothing but light when I see you.

I hate seeing poetry in everything I touch. I hate that I can no longer love you without turning you into a metaphor - that it can never be simple as looking at you and saying yes, yes, yes.

You will lie to everyone you love. They will love you anyways.

There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen years for me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning. There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screams that are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of your past twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs of phone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat smoking cigarettes in the garage. There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you with care. And for the first time, I understand that I will never know how to apologize for being one of them.

Remember, a stranger once told you that the breeze here is something worth writing poems about.

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

You are beautiful because you let yourself feel, and that is a brave thing indeed.

Dig yourself a ditch, six feet deep, and bury everything that you've ever said, everything that you've never meant, and everything that has burned you and left you with nothing but ash

I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.

Tectonic plates are shifting beneath my skin and there's a new continent in my chest that I want to call by your name

All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket. All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles and miles on end.

Once, I believed in you like a poem, turned your heart into a metaphor for my heart, turned our mouths into honey and caramel lozenges. But metaphors come and metaphors go, and not even seasons have the courtesy to stay till dawn.

I am not as strong as my words pretend to be. Not as quiet as these caesuras promise. This heart is a patchwork quilt of people that leave different shades of blue inside of me.

Let the word in and sooner or later people will see the oceans pouring out of you. You'll walk down the street and someone will mistake you for the sky. You are beautiful because you let yourself feel, and that is a brave thing indeed.

I should've told you that you could rearrange continents with that smile of yours.

I don’t want to know what your favorite color is but I do want to know what color you bleed when you’re with me.

Do you know how it hurts to touch you knowing that in the morning I’ll still wake up alone?

You, with your hands full of Earth and your head full of rainfall. How many hearts do you hold in your own?

I think we all speak a different sort of language than one another, but boy you sound a whole lot like coffee on a Sunday morning.

He heard the sound of waves striking the shore, and it was as though the surging of his young blood was keeping time with the movement of the sea's great tides. It was doubtless because nature itself satisfied his need that Shinji felt no particular lack of music in his everyday life.

And still, Your mouth on my mouth Is a thought as fresh as Melting icicles away With my breath

I want for my words to be touched gently, as if you had never seen my sort of dialect before, as if you never wanted to read anyone else again.

Shinji slowly fell forward onto his face. Debris bounced up on impact. It took less than thirty seconds for the rest of his body to die. The memento of his beloved uncle--the earring worn by the woman he loved--was now stained with the blood running down Shinji's left ear, reflecting the glow from the red flames of the farm building. And so the boy known as the Third Man, Shinji Mimura, was dead.

I will never fail to inflate my lungs for you when you're a hundred miles deep, heading headfirst towards a telephone pole - screaming - because you have pulled out all your own brakes.

I touch the knots beneath the skin of your back, trace the tree lines around your wrist, and you smile at me and I love you for how human you are.

I love like a leaky faucet or I love like a dam breaking. There is nothing in between.

I musn't run away.

When you want to fall—fall, Evaporate and condensate, but when you rain, come down as a hurricane.

Underneath the moonlight, we laid and laughed like run-on sentences, kissed like ellipses, and you held me so close that I wear my bones down smooth against the grain of your skin.

I almost miss the sound of your voice but know that the rain outside my window will suffice for tonight. I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t spoken in months now and I wanted to tell you that someone threw a bouquet of roses in the trash bin on the corner of my street, and I wanted to cry because, because — well, you know exactly why. And, I guess I’m calling because only you understand how that would break my heart. I’m running out of things to say. My gas is running on empty. I’ve stopped stealing pages out of poetry books, but last week I pocketed a thesaurus and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra. I wanted to tell you that I’m not afraid of being moved anymore; Not afraid of this heart packing up its things and flying transcontinental with only a wool coat and a pocket with a folded-up address inside. I’ve saved up enough money to disappear. I know you never thought the day would come. Do you remember when we said goodbye and promised that it was only for then? It’s been years since I last saw you, years since we last have spoken. Sometimes, it gets quiet enough that I can hear the cicadas rubbing their thighs against each other’s. I’ve forgotten almost everything about you already, except that your skin was soft, like the belly of a peach, and how you would laugh, making fun of me for the way I pronounced almonds like I was falling in love with language.

Hope? I don't need your strength anymore. Because this morning, I stood on my roof as the sun chiseled its way into every single pore of my body, and I realized that I am made of flames, that if you touch me, you will burn—that I am the only match I need to burn.

English language, my ass. When you kiss me, my syntax hits the wall across the room and shatters in shards of words that scatter across the floor.

You were the one that I wanted to feel the earth rotate with.

We walk around carrying Closed signs around our necks while we press Open to our chests and wonder why the doorbell never rings.

I love you for how human you are.

I wonder how it is that you, you are just a handful of billion of cells.

O, how the body knows all that language cannot say.

I want to take long romantic walks up your arm with my lips. I wanna picnic on the arc of your neck and sneak a bottle of wine in a thermos with you and get stoned somewhere on the mossy side of your ribs.

Listen. When the wind blows all your candles out, when the stars turn to plumes of smoke, when your mother makes you watch as the matches burn out in her eyes, Let me hold your hand, your skin, the stones you've swallowed in your sleep. Let me slip your soul out of your skin so you can sleep in my palms for tonight.

People change and people keep change and we keep paying ticket fines and hoping that that means something close to love, and I'm bankrupt from missing you.

I'm running out of things to say. I've stopped stealing pages out of poetry books, but last week I pocketed a thesaurus and looked for synonyms for you and could only find rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, an orchestra.

I am who I am.And you're you.Even if I'm pretty good at basketball or computers, or popular with the girls, that doesn't make me a better person. You can make people laugh and you're kind. When you're serious, you're much more sincere than I am. Like with the girls. I'm not resorting to the cheap cliche about everyone having something to offer, but i'm saying there are a lot of things I admire about you.

We make believe that even our tongues are bulletproof, as if we are stronger than what these fragile bones can take.

You held me so close that I wear my bones down smooth against the grain of your skin.

There are poetries inside of you the paper cannot handle

I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise,and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there's nothing but light when i see you.

El hecho de que Shinji no experimentara ningún tipo de carencias musicales en en su vida cotidiana se debía sin duda a que el mar satisfacía su necesidad.

I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there is nothing but light when I see you.

Last week I pocketed a thesaurus and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra.

This is roughly the worldview for Neon Genesis Evangelion. This is a worldview drenched in a vision of pessimism. A worldview where the story starts only after any traces of optimism have been removed. [...] They say, "To live is to change." I started this production with the wish that once the production complete, the world, and the heroes would change. That was my "true" desire. I tried to include everything of myself in Neon Genesis Evangelion-myself, a broken man who could do nothing for four years. A man who ran away for four years, one who was simply not dead. Then one thought. "You can't run away," came to me, and I restarted this production. It is a production where my only thought was to burn my feelings into film. I know my behavior was thoughtless, troublesome, and arrogant. But I tried. I don't know what the result will be. That is because within me, the story is not yet finished. I don't know what will happen to Shinji, Misato or Rei. I don't know where life will take them. Because I don't know where life is taking the staff of the production. I feel that I am being irresponsible. But... But it's only natural that we should synchronize ourselves with the world within the production. I've taken on a risk: "It's just an imitation." And for now I can only write this explanation. But perhaps our "original" lies somewhere within there.

Nobody wants me, so they can all just die.

The doctors told me that the neuronal activity in my brain was excessive — too much — a dictionary definition for my entire life.

The wind was bitterly cold, but while he pulled the first rope toward the pulley Shinji stared out over the dark-indigo sea and felt boiling up within him energy for the toil that would soon have him sweating. The pulley began to turn and heavy, wet rope came rising from the sea. Through his thin gloves Shinji could feel the thick, icy rope he grasped in his hands. As it passed over the pulley the taut rope threw off a sleet-like spray of salt water.

I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you. — Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being (Lulu.com; Illustrated edition, March 24, 2013)

Chris is our old partner, ye know!

Everything in this word exists to wear you down.

Trouble? Trouble is all there is.

Sometimes, you wake up as a dark spot on the sun, and you can't tell how you get so blunt.

Surrounded though he was by the vast ocean, Shinji did not especially burn with impossible dreams of great adventure across the seas. His fisherman’s conception of the sea was close to that of the farmer for his land. The sea was the place where he earned his living, a rippling field where, instead of waving heads of rice or wheat, the white and formless harvest of waves was forever swaying above the unrelieved blueness of a sensitive and yielding soil.

E por ser eu a pessoa impulsiva e compulsiva que sou, eu continuei me apaixonando e continuei sendo rejeitado.

Frasi Bleach OFFICIAL CHARACTER BOOK SOULs. – the rain drags black sun down, – Ichigo Kurosaki The sun that locks the Heavens. OFFICIAL ANIMATION BOOK VIBEs. – but the rain dried by white moon – Rukia Kuchiki The moon that eclipses the night. OFFICIAL CHARACTER BOOK 2 – MASKED – Shinji Hirako That which is masked, weakness and truth. That which is lost, eternal rest. OFFICIAL CHARACTER BOOK 3 – UNMASKED – Ulquiorra Schiffer That which is unmasked, desire and nihility. That which is lost, nothing. OFFICIAL INVITATION BOOK – THE HELL VERSE – Ichigo Kurosaki To fall to Hell is the heart Where Hell is found is within the heart THE REBOOTED SOULS – Ichigo Kurosaki The end, it draws near — — The final holy war

What do you think the Hogyoku’s power is? Do you think it controls the boundaries between hollows and soul reapers, two conflicting opposites? Wrong. The Hogyoku’s true power is the ability to read the hearts of those around it…and realize their deepest desires.” “What?!” “Don’t you see? Everything that has materialized around Ichigo Kurosaki, Rukia Kuchiki, Kisuke Urahara…was brought into being by the Hogyoku.” “What are you saying?” “Kisuke Urahara mistook the nature of its power. He thought it controlled the boundaries between hollows and soul reapers because that was his wish as the Hogyoku’s creator. Rukia Kuchiki’s spiritual powers were all transferred to Ichigo Kurosaki causing her to to lose all her soul reaper powers because she was torturing herself for having killed Kaien Shiba. Yasutora Sado, Orihime Inoue…their special powers were awakened because deep in their hearts they cursed their own powerlessness. I knew the nature of the Hogyoku’s true power from the start. No. That’s misleading. To be precise… I knew that the Hogyoku didn’t control the boundaries between hollows and soul reapers as Kisuke Urahara claimed. Because if that were true…Shinji Hirako and the others would never have become complete visoreds. The hollowfying of Shinji Hirako and the others was an experiment in hollowfication as well as a verification of the Hogyoku’s powers. The experiment was a success. With the activation of the Hogyoku’s powers by Kisuke Urahara…Shinji Hirako and the others evolved into complete visoreds. And armed with my suspicions about the Hogyoku’s powers…I sent Rukia Kuchiki to Ichigo Kurosaki. Of course…even the Hogyoku’s power has its limits. It materializes whatever is in the hearts of the beings around it… but only if it is within the subjects’ abilities. In that sense, it is a power to lead the subject in the direction it wishes to go. But living beings are strange creatures. They are designed to realize whatever their undersized hearts desire.

For every scratch he gave to your sister, I'll drive an arrow into that tongue he likes to wag so much (pg. 182)

Frasi iniziali Bleach Vol. #1-46 "Noi temiano ciò che non possiamo vedere" (Volume 1 - The Death And The Strawberry - Ichigo) "Le persone hanno speranza perché la morte è invisibile ai loro occhi" (Volume 2 - Goodbye Parakeet, Goodinte My Sista - Rukia) "Se io fossi pioggia che riesce ad unire cielo e terra divisi in eterno potrei riuscire ad unire due anime allo stesso modo? (Volume 3 - Memories In The Rain - Orihime) Siamo attratti l'uno verso l'altro come gocce d'acqua, come i pianeti ci respingiamo l'uno contro l'altro come i magneti, come il colore della pelle. (Volume 4 - Quincy Archer Hates You - Ishida) "Se non impugno una spada non posso difenderti, se impugno una spada non posso abbracciarti." (Volume 5 - Rightarm Of The Giant - Chad) "Già, per noi non esiste il destino. Soltanto chi, inghiottito dall'ignoranza e dalla paura, mette il piede in fallo scivola nelle torbide acque chiamate destino (Volume 6 - The Death Trilogy Overture - Urahara) "Non dobbiamo piangere che è la resa del corpo nei confronti del cuore, nient'altro che la prova che non siamo in grado di gestire ciò che chiamiamo cuore." (Volume 7 - The Broken Coda - Byakuya) "Se arrugginisce, non potrà più trafiggere se perdi la presa, ti taglierà Già, l'orgoglio è simile a una spada" (Volume 8 - The Blade and Me - Zangetsu) "Già, noi tutti sogniamo ad occhi aperti di volare in cielo." (Volume 9 - Fourteen Days for Conspiracy - Kukaku Shiba) "Noi allunghiamo le braccia spazziamo via le nuvole penetriamo il cielo e afferriamo la Luna e Marte ma non riusciamo ancora a raggiungere la verità" (Volume 10 - Tattoo on the Sky - Ganju Shiba) "Darò fuoco a queste zanne che non possono raggiungere così da non vedere quella stella così da non dover tagliare questa gola." (Volume 11 - A Star and a Stray Dog - Renji) "Pensiamo che un fiore cresciuto sul ciglio di un precipizio sia bello, perché i nostri piedi si fermano sul quel ciglio. Non riusciamo ad avanzare su quel cielo come quel fiore impavido." (Volume 12 - Flower on the Precipice - Aizen) "Ogni volta che rinunciamo al nostro orgoglio, ci avviciniamo di un passo alla bestia. Ogni volta che soffochiamo il nostro cuore, ci allontaniamo di un passo alla bestia." (Volume 13 - The Undead - Zaraki Kenpachi) "Scricchiola, scricchiola, torre del Purgatorio, che squarci il mondo come la luce. Trema, trema, torre della spina dorsale, a precipitare saremo noi o il cielo? " (Volume 14 - White Tower Rocks - Hanataro Yamada) "Io non farò altro che esercitarmi a dirti addio." (Volume 15 - The Beginning of the Death of Tomorrow - Kira) "La criniera del sole si riversa a terra cancellando le orme sul ghiaccio sottile Non temere di venire ingannato il mondo sorge già sull'inganno" (Volume 16 - Night of Wijnruit - Hitsugaya) "Rosso come il sangue bianco come le ossa rosso come la solitudine bianco come il silenzio rosso come i nervi di una belva bianco come il cuore di un dio rosso come l'odio che sgorga sciogliendoti bianco come il dolore che ti agghiaccia rosso come l'ombra che divora la notte come un sospiro che trapassa la luna splende di bianco, si spegne di rosso." (Volume 17 - Rosa Rubicundior, Lilio Candidior - Yoruichi) "La tua ombra furtiva come un ago avvelenato senza destinazione cuce il mio cammino. La tua luce flessuosa come un fulmine che colpisce una torre piezometrica tronca la fonte della mia vita." (Volume 18 - The Deathberry Returns - Soi Fong) "Sì, niente e nessuno può cambiare il mio mondo." (Volume 19 - The Black Moon Rising - Ichigo) "Chi paragona l'amore alla bellezza non conosce il volto dell'amore. Chi paragona l'amore alla bruttezza vanta di aver conosciuto l'amore." (Volume 20 - End of Hypnosis - Gin) "Tutto a questo mondo esiste per metterti con le spalle al muro." (Volume 21 - Be My Family or Not - Shinji)

Frasi iniziali di Bleach "Il nostro mondo non ha alcun significato neppure noi che ci viviamo abbiamo alcun significato noi privi di significato pensiamo al mondo nonostante anche l'essere consci che non abbia significato farlo sia privo di significato." (Volume 22 - Conquistadores - Ulquiorra) "Noi siamo il pesce davanti alla cascata, siamo l'insetto in gabbia. Siamo un relitto in balia dei marosi, il khakkara del teschio un violente torrente di forza la balena che lo ingoia. Noi siamo il toro a cinque corna noi siamo il mostro che soffia fuoco un bambino che grida piangendo. Aah, noi siamo avvelenati dalla luce della Luna." (Volume 23 - Mala Suerte! - Ikkaku) "Finite in pezzi, tutti quanti." (Volume 24 - Immanent God Blues - Grimmjow) "Noi tutti nasciamo già morti. La fine è già lì ancor prima dell'inizio. Se vivere significa continuare a imparare è la fine l'ultima cosa che impareremo e, una volta scoperta, ciò che conosceremo appieno sarà la morte. Non dobbiamo cercare d'imparare nulla, coloro che non possono trascendere la morte non devono tentare di sapere nulla." (Volume 25 - No Shaking Throne - Shirosaki) "Quella voce che come una lama mi trapassa il petto somiglia a un incessante grido di gioia." (Volume 26 - The Mascaron Drive - Luppi) " Noi come singolo non possiamo mischiarci, come coppia non abbiamo la stessa forma. Non possediamo gli occhi del terzo, quindi nella direzione del quarto non vi è speranza. Il quinto è nel posto del cuore." (Volume 27 - Goodbye, Halcyon Days- Orihime) "Mio signore, noi vi guardiamo con l'espressione di chi osserva un magnifico pavone adornata di qualcosa d'infinito simile alla speranza, all'adorazione e alla paura." (Volume 28 - Baron's Lecture Full-Course - Dordoni) "Ti ostini ad agghindarti pur sapendo che ti aspetta la falce. Ti ostini a farti bella pur sapendo che ti aspetta la falce. E' spaventoso, è spaventoso il momento in cui verrai falciata. I tuoi capelli recisi somiglieranno a te, priva di vita. Sia i miei capelli che le mie unghie sono stupendi, come tesori perché basta che vengano separati dal mio corpo per diventare qualcosa di sporco e disgustoso? La risposta è semplice: essi così non sono altro che l'immagine della mia morte." (Volume 29 - The Slashing Ópera - Cirucci) "La tua ferita è profonda come gli abissi dell'oceano Il tuo delitto scarlatto scolorirà con la morte." (Volume 30 - There Is No Heart Without You - Kaien Shiba) "Dimmi che sono colui che odi di più al mondo." (Volume 31 - Don't Kill My Volupture - Szayel Aporro Granz) "Il re arriva la galoppo liberandosi della sua ombra, facendo stridere l'armatura calciando le ossa succhiando carne e sangue digrignando distrugge il cuore e la mente lungo il cammino solitario verso un luogo remoto e lontano." (Volume 32 - Howling - Grimmjow) "Noi siamo parassiti vermi che strisciano sotto l'ombra di un intento malvagio indissolvibile Alzerò la testa più in alto della luna finché non vedrò più voialtri miserabili" (Volume 33 - The Bad Joke - Nnoitra) "Se mi darai un paio di ali, io volerò per te anche se la terra intera dovesse venire sommersa dall'acqua Se tu mi darai una spada, io combatterò per te anche se il cielo intero dovesse trapassarti di luce" (Volume 34 - King Of The Kill - Nel) "Nascere è come morire" (Volume 35 - Higher Than The Moon - Mayuri) "E' ancora presto per credere" (Volume 36 - Turn Back The Pendolum - Shinji) "Non penso che gli esseri umani siano belli ma penso che i fiori lo siano L'unico momento in cui l'essere umano somiglia ad un fiore è quando cade a terra colpito da una spada" (Volume 37 - Beauty Is So Solitary - Yumichika) "L'unica cosa di cui ho paura è diventare un guerriero che non conosce la paura" (Volume 38 - Fear For The Fight- Hisagi) "Errare è umano uccidere è diabolico" (Volume 39 - El Verdugo - Quimera Parca)

Because they are girls, they understand girls’ sorrows. (Wonder Egg Priority)

When Adrenaline enters the brain, they say you see a field of flowers to overcome the fear of death. I wanted to pick one and bring it back to you. - Kotobuki Awano (Wonder Egg Priority)