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...
[The eyes] are the most expressive part of a woman's body.
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 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...
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
Incluso las rocas terminan erosionándose con la lluvia.
If he couldn't forgive you for what you'd done, it was clear to me he was never truly your destiny.
I've lived my life again just telling it to you.
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?
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...
Passion can quickly slip over into jealousy, or even hatred.
A memoir provides a record not so much of the memoirist as of the memoirist's world.
Nothing in life is ever as simple as we imagine.
Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.
What an unbearable sorrow it would be, to realized I'd never really tasted to things I'd eaten, or seen the places I'd been. What life would I have? I would be like the dancer who had practiced since...
Some people have difficulty telling the difference between something great and something they've simply heard of.
Of course, a sign doesn't mean anything unless you know how to interpret it.
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...