If we rub a fabric too often, it will quickly grow threadbare; and Nobu’s words had rasped against me so much, I could no longer maintain that finely lacquered surface Mameha had always counseled me t...
Incluso las rocas terminan erosionándose con la lluvia.
Nothing in life is ever as simple as we imagine.
It's your duty to use what influence you have, unless you want to drift through life like a fish belly-up on the streamI wish I could believe that life really is something more than a stream that carr...
Sadness was a very heavy thing.
Passion can quickly slip over into jealousy, or even hatred.
Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true.
But, Mameha-san, I don’t want kindness!Don’t you? I thought we all wanted kindness. Perhaps what you mean is that you want something more than kindness. And that is something you’re in no position to...
We can never flee the misery that is within us.
At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of melancholy.
If he couldn't forgive you for what you'd done, it was clear to me he was never truly your destiny.
I understood that he left me at the end of his long life just as naturally as the leaves fall from the trees.
From this experience, I understood the danger of focusing only on what isn't there. What if I came to the end of my life and realized that I'd spent every day watching for a man who would never come t...
We none of us find as much kindness in this world as we should.
Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery i...
Every man has his destiny. But who needs to to go to a fortune-teller to find it? Do I go to a chef to find out if I'm hungry?Nobu
We all know that a winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even the trees dressed in shawls of snow, will be unrecognizable the following spring. Yet I had never imagined such a thin...
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
It was an evening of torment, and I remember only one other thing about it. At some point after everyone was asleep, I wandered away from the inn in a daze and ended up on the sea cliffs, staring out...
Every man has his destiny. But who needs to go to a fortune-teller to find it? Do I go to a chef to find out if I'm hungry?