He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.
Having a drink in bed while listening to music and reading a book. As precious to me as a beautiful sunset or good clean air.
Hatsumi had a pretty good idea that Nagasawa was sleeping around, but she never complained to him. She was seriously in love with him, but she never made demands.'I don't deserve a girl like Hatsumi,'...
Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.
Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.
Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.
Date etiquette lesson number two: Don't die. Go on living.
Being active every day makes it easier to hear that inner voice.
At the entrance to the original tower, there is a stone into which Jung carved some words with his own hand: 'Cold or not, God is present.
As the autumn deepens, the fathomless lakes of their eyes assume an ever more sorrowful hue. The leaves turn color, the grasses wither; the beasts sense the advance of a long, hungry season. And bowin...
As long as there's such a thing as time, everybody's damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.
After all this, I won't start to hate you.
About half the people in the world dislike their own name.
A strange, terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my...
A girl doesn't always want to go out, you know, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. Sometimes she feels like being nasty--like, if the guy's gonna wait, let him really wait.
She was beautiful and seemingly quite intelligent, what with her pentameter search system. There wasn't a reason in the world not to find her appealing.
Dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.
[...] he made it a rule never to touch a book by any author who had not been dead at least 30 years.That's the only kind of book I can trust, he said.It's not that I don't believe in contemporary lite...
You’re really cute, Midori, I corrected myself.What do you mean really cute?So cute the mountains crumble and the oceans dry up.
You have to experience it to understand. One thing I can say, though, is that once you see that true sight with your own eyes, the world you've lived in up till now will look flat and insipid. There's...