Character: Louise

That's right, I always confuse it with casuistry.

Louise: You came... I'm glad... Were you looking for me?... Or that scarf?..
Mikasa: I thought you had one.
Louise: I'm sorry... simply... I wanted to get closer to you...
I had a piece of thunder spear stuck in my stomach... you can't pull it out.
I wish I could see Eren Yeger... our world is squawnishing...
But... I was able to talk to him for a while... About you...
I became a soldier because I admired you, Mikasa.
I don't regret anything. I followed you... and dedicated to it... all my life...

"We're like midges in a stain, Jack," she said, as he came down and found her at the open door with a suitcase and an unfamiliar idling car with a tall, attractive black behind the wheel waiting for her. - If you don't unscrew the lid, we'll all suffocate sooner or later. It's better to free ourselves while we still remember how to fly."

It is not necessary to drain all the bottles in a row in the bar to find your happiness at the bottom of one of them.

A woman is able, without the slightest remorse, to kill the one who kidnapped her child.

- There is no half-truth?
- That's the thing. There is a truth that cannot be thrown out immediately.

Living alone was not a bad way to avoid failures and disappointments.

The most obvious outputs always seem to be something unusual. Probably because they are simple. People used to deal with difficulties. And if the solution seems very easy, all immediately begin to look for the catch.

Paris - the romantic capital of the world, but in the wrong side of the great city, nothing romantic.

- Of course, you dance, Mr. Griffiths?
- No, I do not know, - replied Clyde, instantly sobering this issue; at this moment he sincerely wished he did not have the much needed quality. But now I would love to be able to, he added gallantly...

- Ralph, why are you so weird looking at me?
"Because you're very beautiful and because I fell in love with you, how about thinking Ralph. And now I'm so in love with you, I feel like I'm drowning in you. And you know, I like that kind of death."

From what you wrote, should be a cruel rule: only men of high intelligence capable of love. Now I know why. Man obeys two principles. He is struggling with the attraction and feeling. Low and weak beings receive the desire for feeling, while being higher cover attraction a delightful expression of the feelings; the power of feelings leads them to extraordinary restraint, they revere a woman as sacred.

I love you, Simon...
Yeah, but you're leaving... Why people start to love when you have to leave?

- Maurice, mustanger, you have won the heart of a Creole! My God, my God! He's too similar to Lucifer if I could despise him!