Toradora Quotes Novels & Stories

I could practically feel my brain melting with every sentence. I would rather pick up all the trash in Spain than continue this shitshow. “Yeah, baby… keep talking. I’ll do anything for you. Just say the word.” Barf. Finally, I could clearly hear Toria’s voice as he lifted his phone and shoved it against his ear, completely lost to the world around him. "You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” she purred, and I pressed my lips together tightly to prevent the loud laughter that wanted to escape me. This was one of the most ridiculous things I’d heard on a mission.

“She is not done with me. Her ghost, her spirit, her memory…something is holding on. I have to get rid of her first.” “Maybe you’re the one holding on,” Tor says and pours another drink. “Perhaps she can’t rest because you’re-” I growl at Tor, ready to rip his head from his shoulders. He always gets a little too brave when he drinks. Usually I can handle it, but not today.

“Calm down everyone. I just thought of a great idea.” “What is it?” Tori cutely asked. I smiled and winked at her. “I will be the judge of tonight’s sparring!”

She clicked her fingers agitatedly, pouting her lips in thought. “You think they’re a warning? Or – or a threat?” Asked Mera. She was off to one side, leaning against the wall with her hands in her pockets. Torre clucked her tongue and rolled her eyes. “Vampires don’t make threats, and they certainly don’t give warnings. They probably just got scared off before they could make the kill. We won’t be so lucky again – mark my words.”

Remi retorted icily, "That won't be necessary, Mr. Goth” "Since you’re Tora’s friend, we’re all family now.” Jonah said with a smile. “Why behave strangely? Moreover Tora is an awful driver. What if you are harmed in the process and anything else goes wrong?” Remi attempted to move her leg. "It's not a serious matter. I'll simply go home and apply some ice on it." "Are you sure?" Jonah appeared to be enjoying the event to the fullest, but Tora enquired with concern.

If I end up being wrong about my atheistic beliefs, and I am standing in front of god after I die, well then only one of us will have to beg for forgiveness. And, it is not going to be me. -Unknown. |I R I S| "I can not believe he is stalking you." Tori commented, throwing her hands in the air in disbelief. "But again, he is a criminal. So, I should not be surprised." She talks to herself while I prepare myself a coffee after returning from office.

Would it always look new? “My advice?” Torque said. “Women can be like a raging inferno or as gentle as a candle burning in a window. Nurture her and you’ll see something amazing come out of her. Enjoy every moment you can. Life can change so fast, in the blink of an eye. And we aren’t promised a tomorrow. Do you hear what I’m telling you?” “Yeah,” I said. “Speak of the Devil, and she appears,” Torque said as he glanced over my shoulder and stared deep into the parking lot. He tossed the butt of his cigarette to the ground and grinded the ashes into the dirt to snuff it out.

"It's not the same setup. You read something different out there." "Maybe," he said. "Felt the same to me. Patient, then sudden." "That's the whole philosophy in two words." "I had a good teacher," Torres said, and the way he said it, simple and direct, without performance, told me he meant exactly what the words said and nothing more complicated underneath them. In the middle of it, Jax found me. "Can you play tomorrow?" he said, quiet enough that it cut through the noise around us. "Yes."

"Till death do us apart, remember?" "Zara, you can't be serious," it's more shock than disapproval. "You don't want me anymore? Am I too damaged? Too different? Too broken?" Edge seeping through in my tone. "Don't be fucking stupid, you know that's not it!" He raises his voice slightly.

but my words were halted by an enraged TORETO. "Watch your damn mouth you rude son of mine! you have no fucking idea how important that arck is, otherwise you wouldn't be here, spewing trash! you have no fucking idea how we, I, especially, discovered that damn treasure!" he snapped. he's index finger pointed at me. his voice treacherous. smirking sadistically, I sipped on my wine before twirling my head at him.