But thing in the past are like plate that’s shattered to pieces. You can never put it back together like it was, right?
But actually time isn't a straight line. It doesn't ave a shape. In all senses of the term, it doesn't have any form. But since we can't picture something without form in our minds, for the sake of co...
Are you asking because you really want an answer?
According to Aristophanes in Plato's The Banquet, in the ancient world of legend there were three types of people.In ancient times people weren't simply male or female, but one of three types : male/m...
I write weird stories. I don't know why I like weirdness so much. Myself, I'm a very realistic person. I don't trust anything New Age -- or reincarnation, dreams, Tarot, horoscopes. I don't trust anyt...
I'm a writer. I don't support any war. That's my principle.
I know how fiction matters to me, because if I want to express myself, I have to make up a story. Some people call it imagination. To me, it's not imagination. It's just a way of watching.
Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still...
What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.
Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.
The only opponent you have to beat is yourself, the way you used to be.
Si no quieres acabar en un manicomio, abre tu corazon y abandonate al curso natural de la vida
People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.
Nature is actually unnatural
Just speak your mind honestly. That's the best thing. It may hurt a little sometimes, and someone may get upset, but in the long run, it's for the best.
It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night, the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. You can't fight it.
It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a .
At some point the future becomes reality. And then it quickly becomes the past.
As long as I kept my body moving I could forget about the emptiness inside.
Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked, Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately? The moon did not answer. Do you have any friends? she asked. The moon did not answer. Don’t you ge...