A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance.
All I know is I'm totallyalone. All alone i n an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who's lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don't know, and I give up thinkin...
All kinds of things are happening to me." I begin. ,,Some I choose, some I didn't. I don't know how to tell one from the other any more. What I mean is, it feels like everything's been decided in adva...
There are all kinds of things we have to deal with in life,' Eri finally said. 'And one thing always seems to connect with another. You try to solve one problem, only to find that another one you hadn...
I don't want to express my opinion about actual politics, because if I do, I have to be responsible for my decision.
You are a beautiful person, Doctor. Clearheaded. Strong. But you seem always to be dragging your heart along the ground. From now on, little by little, you must prepare yourself to face death. If you...
What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.
What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities.
Tolstoy’s famous line, all happiness is alike, but each pain is painful in its own way.
There was something odd for him about not feeling lonely. The very fact that he had ceased to be lonely caused him to fear the possibility of becoming lonely again.
She lived frugally, but her meals were the only things on which she deliberately spent her money. She never compromised on the quality of her groceries, and drank only good-quality wines.
Only the Dead stay seventeen forever.
Never trust a man who carries a handkerchief, I always say. One of many prejudicial rules of thumb.
Mediocrity's like a spot on a shirt—it never comes off.
Loving another person is a wonderful thing, and if that love is sincere, no one ends up tossed into a labyrinth. You have to have more faith in yourself.
Life: I'll never understand it.
It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.
I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.
I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.
I'll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel