"But there are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms we cannot weather...I had a dream my life would be so much more than this hell I'm living. So different now than what it seems. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed."

I've got my fix. Happy ending. I've... got... my... fix....

"But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in about her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?"

"Women in the media for so long were always the emotional support, the damsels, the smiling pretty faces, so in the 90's, there was a desperate need to change that. Oh, not by making them unpretty, we wouldn't do that, but we suddenly made them cold, bitter, confrontational, and overly strong, to go out of their way to show that they're not those old emotional stereotypes, and instead make way for new emotional stereotypes. For you see, in every 90's film, the woman behind this strong independent wall that won't let everybody in, [quivering, feminine voice] is a sad little bunny rabbit that will eventually let down her defences and reveal a tragic backstory. [normal voice] So you see, she wasn't a strong, confident worker just because she was a strong, confident worker. [jumps back to the feminine voice] Deep down she just wants to be held like any other fragile woman. Oh, I don't want to think! I just want to be loved!"

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly

A bird whose wings have been plucked
Will shed all its feathers
And turn back into the beast it was
Before it evolved into a bird.

Through the woods a girl came sadly,
Something broken in her chest:
She had dared to love another—
Alas, no better than the rest.

Up my path a girl came gladly,
Something opened up my doors.
I longed to stop her bleeding heart
So I drew her to my shores.

Those you trust will hurt you badly—
Something now I'm sure you see...
So drown your tears in me, my dear,
As you drown, my dear... in me.

Erika: "So why team up with her? If she didn't have anything you wanted anymore, why burden yourself? Or do you just have a thing for damaged goods?"

Largo: "Damaged goods? Damage can be healed."

Samantha: "How do we know when we fall in love?"

Mrs. Krabappel: "Oh, don't you worry. Most of you will never fall in love and marry out of fear of dying alone. *chuckles*"

"She's damaged. She's damaged, because the unicorn didn't come to her as a kid."

I want to be alone. If I'm alone, I won't be hurt by anyone. "People can understand each other"... What a live action series-worthy cliché line. In truth, they all only think about themselves. "But I was believing in you!!"... and then, only to be betrayed in the end. I don't want to experience this feeling ever again.

I'm like this cherry tree. Unable to bloom... Just a bothersome being...

Do you really expect Minene-sama to act as in a shoujo manga? I've never had a proper childhood... [...] Never. My childhood was filled with blood and strife. I have never needed love. Not then, not now. It's a worthless pastime for girls. This is the world I live in. The dirty world of the adults.

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft,
And their words inviting;
There was a time when love was blind,
And the world was a song,
And the song was exciting;
There was a time...
Then it all went wrong...

I just didn't want to be a loser anymore...

Turns out, you mess with someone's head enough, you can turn a scared little kid into an all-powerful bitch.

... And I'd rather be famous than free.

(262): But he's like a baby bird with a broken wing that I want to FUCK.

"If you think wish upon a star would help, think again. Even when you wish, some wishes just won't come true. Shiro, it's no good if you don't stay determined and independent, you know. You won't become a strong person if you keep relying on us."

Or maybe, you think you can save me? Will you love me? Take care of me? Heal all my pain? Hm. That's what I thought...

"I won't depend on anyone anymore..."

Riley: I don’t know what’s happened in your past—

Buffy: Pain. Death. Apocalypse. None of it fun.