Talho: (drunk) I cannot believe that you cant even lift one or two ref — Eureka Seven

"Thats something you have to decide. What it is you believe in, and what you decide to do with that belief is all your own responsibility. Its up to you whether to ride the waves or to letem die. That is the motto that all lifters live by, isnt it ?"

"Oh no! Why cant I move the controls? How come? What do I do? Those are missiles! Wait, why wont this move? No way this is happening! Why? Whats going on? No, wait just a minute! This is how my life is gonna end? No way! At 14 its all over? Wait! Wait a minute!"

"Renton: How long had it been since I left Charles place? Seemed like forever. I kept walking for the promise, the promise of getting to see Eureka. But...but now I couldnt get myself to even walk. And I was beginning to lose sight of the reason why I kept on walking. Sis...maybe, maybe I... (collapses)"

"Dominic: Looks like we both fell for troublesome ladies. So Renton? Renton: Huh, how do you know my name? Dominic: Dominic. Im Dominic Sorel."

"Renton: Grandpa, Im sorry. Until now, I think Ive been running away. Axel: Away from what? Renton: From things that I have to do and things I thought were weighing me down. So, Im gonna stop running away now. Im gonna stop. Im not gonna run anymorw. Im gonna go get some training. I wanna train so that some day I can become a mechanic just like you, Grandpa. Axel: Good, youve come to your senses. Itll be tough. Renton: I know, but itll be alright. and thats because Im your grandson. Axel: (crying) Idiot. Its not nice to make an old man cry. (walks away) Renton: (with tears in eyes) Grandpa."

"Eureka: (raises hand) Like this. You just raise your hand up towards the sky. Now you try it. Renton: Huh? Eureka: Hurry! Renton: Um, okay. (raises hand) Hey, can you really read the waves just by doing this? Eureka: Stay quiet. Renton: Oh, sorry. (stares at Eurekas lips and blushes)"

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Long and tedious reflection cannot enable us to shape our decisions and attitudes properly; only that definite and clear instruction which we gain can form a direct inner link to God. This instruction alone is able to give us the inner firmness and lasting peace of mind which must be regarded as the highest boon in life. And if we ascribe to God, in addition to His omnipotence and omniscience, also the attributes of goodness and love, recourse to Him produces an increased feeling of safety and happiness in the human being thirsting for solace. Against this conception not even the slightest objection can be raised from the point of natural science, for as we pointed it out before, questions of ethics are entirely outside of its realm."

"My friends, I tell you that hitherto you have been prevented from even knowing what happiness really is, solely in consequence of the errors — gross errors — that have been combined with the fundamental notions of every religion that has hitherto been taught to men. And, in consequence, they have made man the most inconsistent, and the most miserable being in existence. By the errors of these systems he has been made a weak, imbecile animal; a furious bigot and fanatic or a miserable hypocrite; and should these qualities be carried, not only into the projected villages, but into Paradise itself, a Paradise would no longer be found!"

"These experiences are not religious in the ordinary sense. They are natural, and can be studied naturally. They are not ineffable in the sense the sense of incommunicable by language. Maslow also came to believe that they are far commoner than one might expect, that many people tend to suppress them, to ignore them, and certain people seem actually afraid of them, as if they were somehow feminine, illogical, dangerous. One sees such attitudes more often in engineers, in mathematicians, in analytic philosophers, in book keepers and accountants, and generally in obsessional people. The tends to be a kind of bubbling-over of delight, a moment of pure happiness. For instance, a young mother scurrying around her kitchen and getting breakfast for her husband and young children. The sun was streaming in, the children clean and nicely dressed, were chattering as they ate. The husband was casually playing with the children: but as she looked at them she was suddenly so overwhelmed with their beauty and her great love for them, and her feeling of good fortune, that she went into a peak experience . . ."

"God created pain and grief for this purpose, To wit, to manifest happiness by its opposites. Hidden things are manifested by their opposites, But as God has no opposite, He remains hidden, God’s light has no opposite in the range of creation Whereby it may be manifested to view, Perforce ‘Our eyes see Him not, though He sees us,’ Behold this in the case of Moses and Mount Sinai."

"Let no one be slow to seek wisdom when he is young nor weary in search thereof when he is grown old. For no age is too early or too late for the health of the soul. And to say that the season for studying philosophy has not yet come, or that it is past and gone, is like saying that the season for happiness is not yet or that it is now no more."