Did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?
Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That's t...
But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more...
But what seems like a reasonable distance to one person might feel too far to somebody else.
But tomorrow I'll be a different person, never again the person I was. Not that anyone will notice after I'm back in Japan. On the outside nothing will be different. But something inside has burned up...
Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.
Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.
At the same time, my anxiety had turned into an anxiety quite lacking in anxiousness. And any anxiety that is not especially anxious is, in the end, an anxiety hardly worth mentioning.
As with marathon runs and lengths of toilet paper, there had to be standards to measure up to.
As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around.
April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holdin...
And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west. The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each...
An expectation was there, mixed in with so many other emotions - excitement, resignation, hesitation, confusion, fear - that would well up then wither on the vine. You're optimistic one moment, only t...
All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well.
All imperfections are forced upon the imperfect, so the 'perfect' can live content and oblivious.
A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs of this world. Alone in this fun house, only I grow old, a pale softball of death swelling in...
The world is a huge space, but the space that will take you in - and itdoesn't have to be very big - is nowhere to be found. You seek a voice, but what doyou get? Silence. You look for silence, but gu...
كل ما كنت أريده هو أن يتركوني أحيا بسلام في ركني أقرأ رواياتي.
العالم فضاء واسع، لكن الفضاء الذي سيحتويك -والذي ليس بالضرورة أن يكون كبيرا جدا- ﻻ وجود له. تبحث عن صوت. فماذا تجد؟ الصمت. تبحث عن الصمت، فماذا تسمع؟ ليس إﻻ نذير الشؤم إياه يعيد نفسه مرارا. وأحيانا يض...
You’re wasting your life being involved with me.I’m not wasting anything.But I might never recover. Will you wait for me forever? Can you wait 10 years, 20 years?You’re letting yourself be scared by t...