Don't forget - you're the one who swam across the freezing sea at night.
A rubber plant is just about the ideal family.
Will you wait for me forever?
Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry—at someone else or at herself—which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.
We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
To know one’s own state is not a simple matter. One cannot look directly at one’s own face with one’s own eyes, for example. One has no choice but to look at one’s reflection in the mirror. Through ex...
Think it over carefully. This is very important, I say, because to believe something, whatever it might be, is the doing of the mind. Do you follow? When you say you believe, you allow the possibility...
There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.
The years nineteen and twenty are a crucial stage in the maturation of character, and if you allow yourself to become warped when you're that age, it will cause you pain when you're older.
The little things are important, Mr. Wind-Up Bird,
Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us.
Person A understand Person B because the time is right for that to happen, not because Person B wants to be understood by Person A.
Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.
Naoko stayed frozen in place, like a small nocturnal animal that has been lured out by the moonlight. The direction of the glow exaggerated the silhouette of her lips. Seeming utterly fragile and vuln...
My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.
It's basically the same in all periods of societies. If you belong to the majority, you can avoid thinking about lots of troubling things.''And those troubling things are all you /can/ think about whe...
In ancient times people weren't just male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female, or female/female. In other words, each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyon...
If you never noticed, it never happened.
I've been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.