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...
Some people can work their butts off and never get what they're aiming for while others can get it without any effort at all.
She knew that my memories of her would fade. Which is precisely why she begged me never to forget her, to remember that she had existed. The thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow. Because...
Probably.Again with the probablys.A world full of probablys, she said.
Our lives are like a complex musical score. Filled with all sorts of cryptic writing, sixteenth and thirty-second notes and other strange signs. It's next to impossible to correctly interpret these, a...
Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate the...
Only the dead stay 17 forever.
One impossible day, of an impossible month, of an impossible year.
One day, I lost sight of her. I happened to glance away for a moment, and when I turned back, she had disappeared.
Nobody's easier to fool, than the person who is convinced that he is right.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
Love with complications. Scenery was the last thing on my mind.
It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.
It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.
Is that what you see in my eyes, that you know nothing about me?Nothing is written in your eyes. I replied.It is written in my eyes and i see the reflection in yours
In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is diff...
If you listen to the radio for a whole hour there's maybe one decent song. The rest is mass-produced garbage
If she did experience sex--or something close to it--in high school, I'm sure it would have been less out of sexual desire or love than literary curiosity.
If only I could fallsound asleep and wake up in my old reality!
I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight.