Wataru Watari Quotes

I've stopped bothering getting my hopes up and watching them die when all of it's just in my head. I expect nothing from the start, I expect nothing in the middle, and I expect nothing up until the end.

She's not tsundere. She's just an unpleasant woman.

I'm a nothing person. I don't affiliate myself with any kind of label [..] The truly stalwart don't run with a group. Being alone is like standing against the whole world. Me versus the world.

Hey, I'm totally an adult! I bitch and whine, I lie through my teeth and do things that are unfair. - Hachiman Hikigaya

A misunderstanding is a misunderstanding. It's not the truth.

I wonder why I thought the only one who would be lonely is the person who leaves, even though the people left behind would surely feel the same.

Hikki: We shouldn't touch on stuff Yukinoshita doesn't want to touch on.

Yui: Is not knowing really okay?

Hikki: I don't think not knowing is a bad thing. Knowing more means having more shit to deal with, you know.

Yui: But I want to know more. Know more about each other, and be even better friends. I want to help her when she's in trouble.

What I desired wasn't to get along with someone just for show.
It was surely the desire for something genuine. Anything else, I didn't need at all.
Even if you didn't voice your words, they would still reach; even if you didn't do anything, you would still be understood; even if anything happened, nothing would break.
It was an illusion so beautiful, yet so foolish and detached from reality.
She and I both longed for something that genuine.

The institution known as "school" isn't just a facility for doing classwork. It's essentially a microcosm of society, all of humanity put together in a little diorama. Bully exists in schools because war and conflict exist in the world, and school castes reflect our stratified, hierarchical society. Living in a democracy, the tyranny of the majority naturally applies at school, too. The majority -- that is to say, the people with the most friends -- are superior.

In other words she was good at adjusting herself to other people... But tat could also mean she simply lacked the courage to be herself if it meant she had to risk ending up all alone.

There's probably no one who's more of a realist than the unpopular loner. I have lived my life with the Three Nevers of the Unpopular: Never to hold (hope), Never to open (your heart), and Never to treasure (sweet words).

The grapes that my hands wouldn't reach were undoubtedly sour.
But I didn't need sweet fruits that were like a lie. I didn't need things like a fake understanding and a deceptive relationship.
What I wanted was that sour grape.
Even if it's sour, even if it's bitter, even if it's disgusting, even if it's full of poison, even if it didn't exist, even if I couldn't lay my hands on it, even if I wasn't allowed to wish for it.

You really are something else. How you try to look beyond what a person says and wehat a person does is something i'm really quite fond of, you know.

To say 'if you say it, then you'll understand' is being arrogant. It's the self-satisfaction of the person in question who said it, the conceit of the one who was told it… There's a lot going on and it's not always the case that you'd understand each other from talking it over. That's why words aren't what I want.

To cherish someone means to have the resolve to hurt then

I like myself.

Not once did I ever hate myself.

My basic, but high specs; my decent face; and my pessimistic, but realistic thinking; I didn't hate any single one of them.

But now, for the first time, I was on the verge of hating myself.

I arbitrarily placed my expectations on her, I arbitrarily forced my ideals on her, I arbitrarily acted as if I understood her, and I arbitrarily disappointed myself. Over and over again, I'd warn myself, yet I just wouldn't learn.

- - Even Yukinoshita Yukino tells lies.

For not being able to acknowledge something so obvious, I hate myself.

Suppose that the existence of an enemy is the simplest way to spur human growth.

I didn't want words. But there certainly was something that I wanted.
And they were definitely not things like to understand each other, to get along with each other, to want to talk to each other, and to stay together. I didn't want to be understood. I was aware that I wasn't understood and I didn't think I wanted to be understood. What I wanted was something more cruel and harsh. I wanted to understand. I want to understand. I want to know. I want to know and be relieved. I want to gain peace of mind. Because I was terrified of things I didn't understand. To want to completely understand everything was a self-righteous, dictatorial, and arrogant wish. It was absolutely wretched and repulsive. I couldn't help but be disgusted at myself for having such a desire.

They say that the world changes if you changed. That's also a lie. It's deception. The world will always try to drag you down and turn you in a caricature, plucking out any conspicuous components. Eventually, you stop thinking. The world - your surroundings - are only brainwashing you into believing the notion that "I changed and so did the world". The world, your surroundings, the masses won't change from those sentimental, hot­blooded, and idealistic outlooks.
I'll teach you how to *​really*​ change the world.

Cultivating a proper internal standard of judgment is a good thing.

I don't trust any form of kindness so filled with deceit and so delighted in its own self-sacrifice.

Anyway. I think forcing yourself to keep up appearances and putting up this identity that isn't yours, a mask you don't wear when you're alone, is phony. If you have to do all that stuff to get someone to love you, then can you really say they love you and who you really are? Once you change yourself to win affection, to win love, I don't even know if you can still call you you. If you've built your relationship on pretense and lies, it'll probably fail in some way or another, and if you've fundamentally changed yourself, then it's not really you.

It was a rather cute reaction, but as I wasn't a part of any of that, I didn't give a damn.

Under their discretion, lies, secrets, crimes and even failure are nothing but the spice of one's youth. And in their corrupt ways, they discover something peculiar about failure. They conclude that while their own failures are generally a part of relishing in youth, others' failures should be shot down as just failures and nothing more.

If you're worrying about your relationships, then just destroy those relationships and your worries will disappear. Cut off the cycle of defeat at its root. That was fine. "I mustn't run away" is something only strong people think. It's wrong because that's what the world forces on you.

The words "I'm not wrong – the world is" might feel like an excuse, but they are certainly not off the mark. You can't possibly be wrong all the time. There are plenty of cases when your neighbours, society and the world at large are in the wrong.

If no one would attest to that, then I would.

Even if you said something, there would still be things untold, and there were things that would break just from saying it.

What I've been trying to say is that measuring a person's worth solely by their exam scores and their ranking is foolish.

The words "everyone get along" were the main culprit in and of itself. It was an accursed phrase.

Those words emphasized the problem. They were Geass.

It was an evil law imposed by teachers in a narrow­-minded world. For the sake of complying with that law, they forcefully established the tactic known as "turning a blind eye" to the friction that inevitably ensued. It showed in how they handled personality types that didn't adhere to the mainstream. There were cases when you have to deal with those you hated, too. In those situations, if you spelled out "I hate you" or "I don't want to put up with you" to them, things could possibly change. There was also a chance things could improve or open up to negotiation. But that became impossible when you stifled your problems and only smoothed over the surface issues.

It was tacit approval of the lazy deceit known as 'tone policing'. That's why I shot down Hayama's words.

I couldn't speak. It wasn't because I was frightened. I was entranced, frozen in place by a crisp, terrifyingly icy beauty. Her gorgeousness seemed like a taboo, something forbidden to approach or even speak of, never mind touch.

If to be truthful is to be cruel, then lying must surely be an act of kindness. And so, kindness is a lie.

A friendship where you're always trying to be considerate of the other person, always worrying about what they think, always responding to every single text, always seeking their approval and then finally connecting with them, isn't friendship at all.

You get used to it, you act friendly, and you become a
shell of your former self.
At some point, you would package this situation, labeling
it as "every day", and send it to the depths of your
memories. There was no doubt you would try to justify it
as something like a memory as well.
"Time was the medicine to everything."
But that was wrong. Time was nothing but a slow
inducing poison. It gradually eroded things of the past,
with the only purpose of ending things and forcing you
into resignation.

Totsuka was just so nice, it made me want to decide on our children's names together.

A loner, by nature, burdens no one with their existence. By avoiding entanglements with others, they cause no harm. We are extremely ecologically friendly, clean, and environmentally aware creatures.

In other words, paradoxically, loners are the truth philanthropists. Loving nothing is equivalent to loving everything. Damn, it's only a matter of time before they dub me Mother Hikigaya.

Strong creatures don't form herds.
Have they never heard of a lone wolf?
Cats are cute, and wolves are cool.
So in essence, loners are cute and cool.

I hate nice girls.
Just exchanging greetings with them will get them on your mind.
Start texting each other, and your heart will be set a flutter.
If they call you, you're done for.
Enjoy staring at your logs and grinning like a fool.
However, I won't get fooled again. That's what your kind calls kindness.
If you're nice to me, you're nice to others.
I always end up nearly forgetting that. Reality is cruel,
So I'm sure lies are a form of kindness.
Thus, I say kindness itself is also a lie.
I always ended up with these expectations.
And I always ended up with these misunderstandings.
And before I knew it, I stopped hoping.
A highly trained loner is once bitten, twice shy.
As a veteran on this battlefield of life, I've gotten used to losing.
That's why I always hate nice girls. - Hachiman Hikigaya

He was so cute when he was embarrassed that it was embarrassing me.

Sensitivity to the sound of one's name is a special gift of loners. Because the loner does not often hear his name, he reacts dramatically in the rare event the word is uttered. Source: me.

Now the situation could be resolved, and we could put this behind us -- both the awkward misunderstandings and the misguided attempts at self-preservation. Though both of those would probably happen in the future anyway.

Are you a terrorist? Or just an idiot?

The feeling that it was okay to do something if everyone else as doing it was definitely real.

Nothing is less trustworthy than a woman's tears.

If you want to make friends, you have to be prepared to sacrifice something.

Trying to not hurt others is something you can't do. People are creatures who hurt others just by existing even if they're not aware of it. Whether you're living or dying. you'll always be hurting someone. Once you're involved, you'll hurt someone, and even by not being involved, you might be hurting someone else as well...

Once you were mistaken, then that was your answer. You couldn't solve the same problem again.
Even so, you should have been able to ask it again. That's why, this time, I'll start accumulating correct answers one by one from the beginning through the correct way and correct course of action. I didn't think of any other methods beyond that.

Her being self­conscious wasn't the only troublesome problem. We also don't want Ebina getting any more wary than she is now. We want to betray her expectations, but also meet them. A fundamental basic of all entertainment.

That's just your persecution complex talking. Maybe you feel like I'm looking down on you because you're simply conscious of your own inferiority?

Maybe talking like they do -- like every trivial conversation is the height of their youth -- is what being friends is. There's no way I would do that; I'd burst into laughter halfway.

She was quit a handsome man, my sister.

If you want to protect your pride, you don't need people to like you!

Because cooking is a vital skill for a househusband

An experienced loner does not fall for the same trick twice.

You mustn't force images on things.
Only gods were what you should expect perfection from.
You mustn't demand an ideal from anyone.
That is weakness. It is an evil that must be hated. It is negligence that must be punished. It spoils not only yourself, but those around you.
You are allowed to be disappointed with only yourself. You should hurt only yourself. Hate yourself for not following your ideal.
The only one you must not forgive is yourself.

And that was why she got it. She understood those feelings of guilt. Yuigahama's kindness was not blind benevolence. Her compassion was born of her awareness of the repulsive, ugly, and cowardly nature of humanity, and she nevertheless reached out without averting her eyes.

There comes a time or two in life when you should face isolation. No, you have to. Constantly being accompanied, having someone by your side always and forever -- that is far more abnormal and creepy. I'm positive you can only learn and feel certain things when you're alone. If there are lessons to gain from having friends, then so also are there lessons from not having friends. These two things are two sides of the same coin and should be treated as equally valuable. So this moment, too, will also have worth for that girl.

How rude could you get? She was treating a boy she'd only just met as an inferior being. The only other person I can think of who does that is a Saiyan prince.

It's because it's much easier to search for a reason not to try than for a reason ​to try. Everyone had to have experienced that at some point. Studying or dieting; it didn't matter. It's the weather, it's the temperature, it's the mood; anything could pass as an excuse to skip.