bells-mannequin: Hendiadyoin

"If you're robbing a bank and your pants fall down, I think it's okay to laugh and to let the hostages laugh too, because, come on, life is funny.

"I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it."

"Many people think that history is a dull subject. Dull? Is it "dull" that Jesse James once got bitten on the forehead by an ant, and at first it didn't seem like anything, but then the bite got worse and worse, so he went to a doctor in town, and the secretary told him to wait, so he sat down and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and then finally he got to see the doctor, and the doctor put some salve on it? You call that dull?"

"If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I'm a coward."

When a group of friends decide to make a movie over a long summer holiday, they end up learning a little about film-making and a lot more about each other and themselves. What begins as a simple way to avoid the summer doldrums quickly turns into something much more complex, intimate and revealing, as the maturing relationships between the members of the young cast take on new, and sometimes very unexpected, turns.

(Summaries provided by ANN and AniDB)

Well, it looks like the only way I’m going to be able to enjoy this series is to drop all of my expectations and desires for something cool to happen and just appreciate it for what it is – a nicely done but utterly unoriginal sappy high school romcom with surprisingly high production values and above average voice acting.

And in this logical world, "Real men don't cry" says nothing about men who do cry.

“You cut your hair.”
“Why, yes, I did.” She smiles. (It’s the first time he consciously notices how she doesn’t grin anymore, but merely smiles. It’s a somewhat strange realisation—but at least it’s of a smoother kind than her suddenly short hair.)
“When?”
“Yesterday.”
“Why?”
Haru opens her mouth (to say the truth), but closes it again, takes time to consider her answer. Then she says “Doesn’t it look good?”, very coyly.
He wants to sigh (or slam his head in the wall) but settles for running a hand through his hair impatiently.

„Habt ihr noch nie was von Kondomen gehört?“ Er schüttelte den Kopf, während er die – rhetorische? – Frage stellte und sich Barbecue-Sauce von den Fingern leckte.

„Niemand würde dich dafür verurteilen, wenn du weinen würdest“, bemerkte er. Seine Stimme war nach der stummen Ewigkeit wie ein Schlag, aber so faul, so desinteressiert, dass es als Kopftätscheln endete.
„Okay.“
Die letzten Sonnenstrahlen wurden von den dichten Baumwipfeln abgefangen, und der Vollmond, den man zuvor nur schwach hatte sehen können, leuchtete stärker.
„Wenn du das verstanden hast, Sakura, warum nervst du mich dann mit dem ganzen Mist?“
„Es will nicht weggehen, Shikamaru“, gab sie irgendwann zu, und dieses Mal konnte ihre Stimme die Tränen – und die Wut und die Verletztheit – nicht mehr verbergen.

„Du bist ein Idiot.“

„Komm über ihn hinweg oder ende als alte Junger.“ Sie grinste – weinte – beinahe, als sie seine Rede zusammenfasste.

„Aber … aber, aber! – das bedeutet ja, wenn du Shikamaru mit mir betrügst, dann denken die ja auch, dass ich Hinata-chan … mit dir … ? WAS? NEIN!“