Spring Breakers Quotes

Know me, for I am death to all oath breaker, promise renders, and betrayers. Know me, for I am the last sunset, the night without the dawn, the winter without spring. I am pain to your pleasure, silence to your shout, stillness to your speed. I hunt death.

LONG LIVE... This country is but a wish of the spirit, a counter-sepulcher. In my country, tender proofs of spring and badly dressed birds are preferred to far-off goals. Truth waits for dawn beside a candle. Window glass is neglected. To the watchful, what does it matter? In my country, we don't question a man deeply moved. There is no malignant shadow on the capsized boat. A cool hello is unknown in my country. We borrow only what can be returned increased. There are leaves, many leaves, on the trees in my country. The branches are free to bear no fruits. We don't believe in the good faith of the victor. In my country, we say thank you.

Every spring the meadow in front of the house became an ocean of canary-colored mustard blossoms, and when a wind came up, it was like watching a sea of rippling golden waves rising and falling with the breeze like breakers just before they pound into a reef.

But even in the wealth of spring, he remembered the harshness of this country. It is a cunning place, he thought, a place of dangers, after all.

All week, we’ve heard pep talks like this one from Scott at last night’s post-Razzle’s debrief: “To me, here’s the motivation to evangelize: If I’m a doctor, and I find the cure for a terminal illness, and if I care about people, I’m going to spread that cure as widely as possible. If I don’t, people are going to die.” Leave the comparison in place for a second. If Scott had indeed found the cure to a terminal illness and if this Daytona mission were a vaccination campaign instead of an evangelism crusade, my group members would be acting with an unusually large portion of mercy—much more, certainly, than their friends who spent the break playing Xbox in their sweatpants. And if you had gone on this immunization trip, giving up your spring break for the greater good, and had found the sick spring breakers unwilling to be vaccinated, what would you do? If a terminally ill man said he was “late for a meeting,” you might let him walk away. But—and I’m really stretching here—if you really believed your syringe held his only hope of survival, and you really cared about him, would you ignore the rules of social propriety and try every convincement method you knew?

We are in Calidon,” she muttered, eyeing the mountains again. It was not yet spring, but purple flowers clung between shore and rising cliff. “Your country.” Dom shook his head. “Hardly mine. Most Calidonians do not believe my people exist anymore, and the ones who do wish they could forget us entirely.” I share the sentiment,” Sorasa answered dryly. Next to her, Dom grinned. “Mortal humor. I know it too well by now.” Sorasa tried to smile but failed, squinting at the landscape. His face wiped clean. “What?” “I know little of this place,” she answered, grinding her teeth. It made her temple throb again. Dom’s smirk felt worse. He eyed her with a rare look, mischievous, like a child with a secret. “Are you asking for help, Sorasa Sarn?” the Elder teased. Sorasa wanted to stand up, but doubted she could with any grace. Instead, she stayed rooted, her fists curling in the sand until tiny stones pressed between her fingers. “I will deny it if you tell anyone,” she hissed, regretting the words as soon as they left her mouth. To her horror, Dom’s smirk only widened and Sorasa realized she had made a terrible error. A grace miscalculation. Don understood more than she realized. And knew the Amhara better than she ever thought possible. Then his hand found her wrist. She jumped in her skin, almost yelping as he helped her to her feet. Thankfully, she did not falter. “I thought you hated it,” he said, the smirk still curling. It made her want to hit him again. “What?” Sorasa snapped. Dom let her wrist drop. “Hope.

Galones de sangre derramada para que unos spring breakers en Wisconsin o en Nebraska se dieran pasones de cocaína y se pusieran turulatos con la mota. Risa y risa los pinches escuincles gringos y de este lado puro valle de lágrimas. Deberían darles una escoba y un recogedor para que vinieran a levantar el tiradero de cadáveres.

The thought of Yasmine being pregnant with his child causes tears to spring to my eyes once again. As much as I love David that’s a definite deal breaker for me. I can’t see me staying with

Anyone past this point who causes pain, who brings destruction, who holds evil in their heart, will be purged by Bofurin without exception.

To become an adult means that you have to engage in other people's feelings. That's where you'll need both imagination and experience.

Fighting is communication, Sakura-kun. Sometimes, fists are a language that allows you to understand your opponent even better than words. But, well... it's a language that only we know how to speak.

I've never went into a fight like this where I'm battling for someone else. But... although, I can't really put it into words... I'm even more confident on winning than ever before.

If you only make a fuss when you’re the victim, then you’re still a petulant kid.

You know, if you don't speak up for yourself, they'll just keep coming at you harder. You gotta fight back, too.

You're really selfish, aren't you? You sure got a big mouth for someone facing a man whose league's stronger than you." "Who cares if it's selfish?! That's what it means to persevere... to push my will in a fight, right?! Even if I'm facing someone to whom I owe my life! Even if my opponent's strong! I will never look away! I will never bend my will!

Kame-chan I honestly believed that being the top of the team meant that I would have the most fun. I had my eyes on the treasure chest on top of the mountain and I was eager to take it. I thought that having the treasure to myself meant that I would be freer than anyone else. I was so excited imagining what could happen once I opened the chest. But once the box opened there was... nothing inside. I didn't feel anything at all. I was scared... I felt like I was hollowed out. I didn't know where I should go next. I felt nothing, no matter what I did. Everything became meaningless. I had to do something... I knew that this wasn't right. While I struggled, struggled, and struggled... I eventually couldn't see anything anymore. And I blamed it all on everyone else.

Your punches are light. Do you know why that is? Because there's nothing behind them

Tomiyama... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you over the edge like this. But I guess this shows how close you were to the brink of snapping." "Shut up!" "But if you keep spiraling in despair and end up destroying everything... then from here on for the rest of your life... you'll only keep suffering.

How can you be so happy while still being the top of Furin?" "For me... I just simply like eating!" "I love eating too! I really like curry! What about you?" "I love omelette rice! But, even more than eating... I like doing stuff like this. Where everyone's having fun, enjoying themselves while we eat together. We can talk about anything and laugh like idiots. In this very moment, all the bad things don't even matter anymore. I'm always excited to spend that time with everyone. That's why I'm so happy right now. And well... being the top has nothing to do with hanging out with friends.

I don't accept just anyone. But... in order to accept someone you have to lay everything open and face each other. You're able to do that and it looks to me like you want to accept others. You could even become the top

You can't become the top when you're alone right? You can only reach the top if you're being lifted by everyone under you. It was only possible because there were people who agreed with my vision and wanted to help me. That's why, when I became the top, I thought my dream no longer only belonged to me. That's exactly why, in order to make this dream a reality... no matter how difficult the path... no matter how unreasonable the climb is... no matter how absurd it gets... I will never lose.