Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it.
Sometimes, I imagine how great it would be if we could live our lives without bothering other people.
Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer holidays and a brand-new puppy all rolled into one.
Sometimes when I'm with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.
Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.
Sometimes I run fast when I feel like it, but if I increase the pace I shorten the amount of time I run, the point being to let the exhilaration I feel at the end of each run carry over to the next da...
Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.
Some things in life are just to complicated to explain in any language.'Olga was absolutely right, Tsukuru thought as he sipped his wine. Not just to explain to others, but to explain to yourself. For...
So this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little. I had not intended to keep May Kasahara a secret from Kumiko. My relationship with her was not that...
So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely...
So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.
So just because I don’t exist in the sheep man’s world, it doesn’t mean that I don’t exist at all.
So I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty-five days a year.Watanabe: Wow, and did your search pay off?M: That's the hard part. I guess...
Si he dejado una herida en tu interior, esta herida no es solo tuya, tambien es mia. Ai que no me odies por ello. Soy un ser imperfecto. Mucho mas imperfecto de lo que tu crees
She's kind of funny looking. Her face is out of balance--broad forehead, buttonnose, freckled cheeks, and pointy ears. A slammed-together, rough sort of face you can't ignore. Still, the whole package...
She curled up and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her ear was right above his heart. She was listening to his thoughts. I need to know this, Aomame said. That we're in the same world, seeing the...
Pero, en este mundo, nada hay tan cruel como la desolación de no desear nada.
People with places to go and people with no place to go; people with a purpose and people with no purpose; people trying to hold time back and people trying to urge it forward
People have their own reasons for dying. It might look simple, but it never is. It's just like a rock. What's above ground is only a small part of it. But if you start pulling, it keeps coming and com...
Our memory is made up of our individual memories and our collective memories. The two are intimately linked. And history is our collective memory. If our collective memory is taken from us - is rewrit...