Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. Youchange direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts.
Sometimes taking time is actually a shortcut.
Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer vacation, and a brand-new puppy rolled into one.
Sometimes, I imagine how great it would be if we could live our lives without bothering other people.
Somewhere, far, far away, there's a shitty island. An island without a name. An island not worth giving a name. A shitty island with a shitty shape. On this shitty island grow palm trees that also hav...
Strong and independent? I’m neither. I’m just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not.
Tell me something, Toru, She said. Do you love me?You know I do.Will you do me two favors?You can have up to three wishes, Madame.Naoko smiled and shook her head. No, two will do. One is for you to re...
That backpack's like your symbol of freedom, he comments.Guess so, I say.Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents.Sometimes,...
That was the rule. Break one of my rules once, and I’m bound to break many more.
That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.
That’s what love’s all about. You’re the only one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.
The body is not the only target of rape. Violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.
The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.
The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.
The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow.
The most frightening thing in the world is our own self.
The only opponent you have to beat is yourself, the way you used to be.
The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.
The sky was painted over, a perfect uniform gray. On days like this the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the earth. And not just sounds. All kinds of things. Perceptions, for ex...
The song is over. But the melody lingers on.
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