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...
Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the eart...
What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.
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.
The worst thoughts usually strike in the dead of the night.
The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.
Nobody would take the time and effort to hang a fake moon in a real sky.
Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.
No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from...
No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.
Like a blind dolphin, the night of the new moon silently drew near.
I'm tired of living unable to love anyone. I don't have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can't even love myself. Why is that? Why can't I love myself? It's because I can't love anyone e...
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
I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.
I just put my heart into it. That's the difference. It's a question of attitude. If you really work at something, you can do it, up to a point. If you really work at being happy, you can do it, up to...
For a while is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.
Curiosity can bring guts out of hiding at times, maybe even get them going. But curiosity usually evaporates. Gust have to go for the long haul. Curiosity's like a fun friend you can't really trust. I...
Because memory and sensations are so uncertain, so biased, we always rely on a certain reality-call it an alternate reality-to prove the reality of events. To what extent facts we recognize as such re...