Claymore (manga)

"My existence was nothing more to her than a stone by the side of the road. I wasn't enough to fill her belly. Or perhaps I didn't even get reflected in her eyes. I couldn't even hate the beast that killed Teresa. It was me, overcome by fear, that I could not forgive."

"You said I should have forgotten everything and lived as a human, but... there's no way I could do that. At that time, Teresa was everything to me. Everything I lost... my life, my voice, even my joy in living... Teresa gave those back to me. Teresa gave me everything. So I had no choice but to move forward. I wasn't strong enough to forget all that and continue living."

"Don't be so quick to throw away your life. No matter how disgraceful or embarrassing it may be, you need to keep struggling to find your way out until the very end."

"I... I'm so happy I got to travel with you, Clare. My family got killed. The town shunned me. They even cast me out. Everything I loved, everything I knew, I lost it all at once. That's why I'm happy. I'm happy I got to travel with you. To have someone to be with. You always said you weren't kind. But you were kinder to me than anyone. That's why I don't want anybody else. I just want to be with you. That's why... if you die, I'm going with you."

"Well, you all threw me out of town so it's not like I was expecting a warm welcome. But treating me like a Yoma? Now that's mean. Seven years ago I lost my family to Yoma, but... it seems to me that all of you have lost something deep down too."

"Even if it's a rule... whether or not I follow it is up to me. Whether I obey the rule or break it and get killed by my comrades... is my choice."

"This little girl, who's not even half my size... taught me that tears can flow even from these silver eyes."

"Say your prayers, wretches. Filth like you is even lower than Yoma. I'm going to kill... every last one of you."

"You can come after me as many times as you want. I'll cut you down every time."

"[Last words] All right then, I'll put you out of your misery. [Her hands are sliced off] Eh?"

"Remember, you have comrades. Us, who will support you with the things you can't do all by yourself. That's what a team is about, Commander Undine."

"Look at us, Miria. These are the lives you saved. Nobody is cursing you... As long as we understand the feelings of those who died, it will be alright. We were really fortunate to have you as our leader... that is what I believe from the bottom of my heart."

"Don't you think it's beautiful? That rosy red that spreads only where the body is wounded. Shall I paint you in that lovely red... little boy?"

"Really! How marvellous! You two are simply marvellous. Which one of you should I kill? Which one of you would be more fun to watch as you wail in agony?"

"This is called the "Rippling Sword". "Rippling Ophelia"... Great name, don't you think? But it's not too well known yet. Because most of the people who've seen it are dead."

"The idea that you can’t die yet because you still have something to protect... that is the foolish illusion of the weak."

"[Last words] Well done. You win. As promised, I entrust you with everything. After all I can't do any more at this point anyways. Man, this really annoys me. I really hate people, who put their life on the line like you. Now quickly, finish me off. If you don't hurry, I'll regenerate again. Since you will be fighting in my stead, I won't stand for it if you lose, understand?"

"Seeing the same thing at that time and place, either moving forward or running away... I suppose that's what separates those who are fit for battle from those who are not."

"Teresa had plenty of chances to kill Priscilla. The reason she didn't was that after being with you, Teresa's heart lost the toughness of a warrior. The Teresa I knew would have dispatched Priscilla without hesitation at their first encounter. After she met you, she was no longer fit for battle. That's why she died. That's the truth. But I think Teresa was happy."

"Live, Clare! Your staying alive is the only proof that Teresa ever existed."

"Being thrown away by humans, devoted to them even though you aren't one of them... and once they are finished with you, they have you end your life yourself... and not even an ounce of gratitude for all that. On the contrary: for your whole life you are hated and reviled. It really is idiotic. We are a different species after all. Once you start seeing things that way, it all becomes very easy to accept. Do humans shed tears for the birds, pigs, cows and sheep that become their food? Of course they don't. They are a different species after all. That is nature. That is the truth. That is Providence. Your way of thinking up to now was the warped one."

"My goal isn't your death. I will just torture you, make you awaken and then make you my friends!"

"Sorry... I really... want to let you savor your moment of glory a little longer. But I really can't be having this. After all is said and done... he is still my man after all."

"Looks like most of what you say immediately vanishes from your head once you say it. I really envy you for a brain with such a lively metabolism."

"Don't cry. It will make your face even uglier."

"This might come a little late but... you people make me sick."

"Oh... Hello, Irene. What's wrong you seem to be missing an arm. Ah... [Lifts up the arm in her left hand] Here it is. You can have it back. [Tosses the arm in front of Irene] You shouldn't leave things lying around."

"The impression of the small child I hugged when I first met Miata is long gone. Instead, there is something that can easily rip apart the monsters I am no match for, a presence beyond those monsters... To be honest... Miata scares me the most..."

"There's no meaning in me trying to destroy them. I'd much rather they destroy themselves."

"Strange... to begin with, all I ever intended... was to use Priscilla to bring everything under my control, and yet... somewhere during that time, watching Raki mature with Priscilla by his side... I actually found myself becoming contented with nothing more than the bare minimum of meals... I don't want to die... Even if that makeshift family... was all nothing more than an illusion, doomed to fall apart someday... I really wish... really wish it could have lasted even the tiniest bit longer..."

"While we are half-human, half-youma, most of our heart belongs to the human side. Hence, when we see our comrades who trained and fought with us as warriors get hurt, we get angry as if it affected us personally. When we see one of them die, we grieve as if it had been a friend. The lone warrior that marched in here all by herself gave us strength and weakness, despair and hope, all at once. That's exactly why anyone who was there was strongly driven by the single thought that they mustn't kill that person. With all due respect, the cause of the organizations defeat is that they knew too little about our hearts as humans."