-He's his rival in love!*inuyasha hits shippo*why'd you do that!? shippo,if you bug inuyasha you'll only feel his fist.-Miroku+shippo

My meeting you was no coincidence. It's more than that!

Inuyasha: Just shut up and let me protect you!

Helloooo? I just made some changes in my life, and if I don't get back to you as soon as possible, then guess what? You were one of those changes.

I never thought... that someone liked me... not like a demon... not like a half-demon... not even like human... just like... just like me!" -Inuyasha

i am the wind. one day, i will fly free

Koga:"You got a problem with that muttface?" Inuyasha: Did you just call me a mutt?" Koga:"No, you're right. That would be an insult to canines.

Every tree and plant in the medouw seemed to be dancing, those with average eyes would see as fixed and still.

Maybe it's just the morning light, but he looks pretty cool standing there with his sword.

Fool! You may hate me...But I...I haven't stopped thinking of you for a single day.

Miroku: Kagome, are you worrying about me? Kagome: I guess so. Miroku: In that case, I have a favor to ask of you: please bear my child.

When I was at school one would have said, 'I swear by the Bible.' But Bibles were not encouraged at Experiment House.

Our sole illumination was a dim and foul-smellingblubber lamp, which really only served to make thedarkness visible.

The human heart will never wrinkle.

There were people whom you positively ached to please. If you failed with such people they would put you into a category in their minds where they could kee you and have contempt for you forever.

Because the existing education system is oriented towards materialistic goals we need to pay special attention to inner values such as tolerance, forgiveness, love and compassion.

I think it is possible for ordinary people to choose to be extraordinary.

He that is master of himself will soon be master of others.

Public opinion, though slow as lava, in the end forces governments towards more sanity, more justice. My heroes and heroines are all private citizens.

Make haste” Jane added, just because she always wanted to say that.

Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away; but, Genius lies on the bosom of Memory, and Gratitude at her feet.