التفكير أصلاً في أن الموت راحة غير منطقي بالمرة فما دمنا لم نمت بعد لا يمكننا الجزم بشئ.قد يكون الموت أبعد مما نتصور عن الراحة المرتجاة.
You throw a stone into a deep pond. Splash. The sound is big, and it reverberates throughout the surrounding area. What comes out of the pond after that? All we can do is stare at the pond, holding ou...
You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die.
Whenever I wake up in a strange house I always feel as if the wrong soul got stuffed into the wrong body.
When people photograph an object, they often put a pack of cigarettes next to it to give the viewer a sense of the object’s actual size, but the pack of cigarettes next to the images in my memory expa...
What the world needs is a set villain that people can point at and say, It’s all your fault!
What I feel for her is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being.
Toru: What happens when people open their hearts?Reiko: They get better.
Things can be seen better in the darkness, he said, as if he had just seen into her mind. But the longer you spend in the dark, the harder it becomes to return to the world aboveground where the light...
There’re many things we don’t really know. It’s an illusion that we know anything at all. If a group of aliens were to stop me and ask, Say, bud, how many miles an hour does the earth spin at the equa...
There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.
There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths...
There are certain thoughts that, no matter what, you have to keep inside.
The young man knows that he is irretrievably lost. This is no town of cats, he finally realizes. It is the place where he is meant to be lost. It is another world, which has been prepared especially f...
The world of the grotesque is the darkness within us.
The silence is so deep it hurts our ears.
The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.
The Earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details of the real, there are dreams. And everyone's living in them.
Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that li...