When someone is trying very hard to get something, they don't. And when they're running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them.
What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.
What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.
Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked u...
We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it stopped, as if the film simply slipped off the reel.
Understanding is but the sum of misunderstandings.
Toru: What happens when people open their hearts?Reiko: They get better.
Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go...
Those five fingers and that palm were like a display case crammed full of everything I wanted to know--and everything I had to know. By taking my hand, she showed me what these things were. That withi...
Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.
Things may look different to you than they did before. I've had that experience myself. But don't let appearances fool you. There's only one reality.
Things change every day, Mr Nakata. With each new dawn it's not the same world as the day before. And you're not the same person you were, either.
They were people who had no doubt whatsoever that the more narrow-minded they became, the closer they got to heaven.
They put up with such strenuous training, and where did their thoughts, their hopes and dreams, disappear to? When people pass away, do their thoughts just vanish?
There's not much you can do about time - it just keeps on passing. But experience? Don't tell me that. I'm not proud of it, but I don't have any sexual desire. And what sort of experience can a writer...
There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of l...
There must be a limit to that kind of lifestyle, though, she says. You can’t use that strength as a protective wall around you. There’s always going to be something stronger that can overcome your for...
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’t...
There are a lot of things that aren’t your fault. Or mine, either. Not the fault of prophecies, or curses, or DNA, or absurdity. Not the fault of Structuralism or the Third Industrial Revolution. We a...
The world is a huge space, but the space that will take you in - and it doesn't have to be very big - is nowhere to be found. You seek a voice, but what do you get? Silence. You look for silence, but...