Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas - if I like these things, why should I apologize?
And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.
It's just that the chaos has changed shape. The giraffe and the bear have traded hats, and the bear's switched scarves with the zebra.
You can have tons of talent, but it won't necessarily keep you fed. If you have sharp instincts, through, you'll never go hungry.
What makes us the most normal, said Reiko, is knowing that we're not normal.
Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.
No, I don't want your money. The world moves less by money than by what you owe people and what they owe you. I don't like to owe anybody anything, so I keep to myself as much on the lending side as I...
Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.
But you know Hajime, some feelings cause us pain they remain.
Reality is created out of confusion and contradiction, and if you exclude those elements, you're no longer talking about reality. You might think that --by following language and a logic that appears...
When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.
She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.
No truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see that sadness through to the end andlearn som...
I wrote a huge number of letters that spring: one a week to Naoko, several to Reiko, and several more to Midori. I wrote letters in the classroom, I wrote letters at my desk at home with Seagull in my...
My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories - not so many, but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to know what happened then, to my fat...
The heart apparently doesn’t stop that easily.
So the fact that I’m me and no one else is one of my greatest assets. Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent.
Life's no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe's my own to fool with.