Era sufficiente rimuovere una piccola pietra scaldata dal sole per scoprire la terra umida e fresca. E lei, in quel momento, voleva assaporare a fondo l'oscurità del lato nascosto al sole.
Bye-bye. I'm off on a journey to the real world. 'Cause within this meta-reality what's is this - my death.
My talent was the uncompromising ability to feel spite.
Loneliness. Sometimes that awful feeling causes you to do something stupid.
For a girl, appearance can be a powerful form of oppression. No matter how intelligent a girl may be, no matter her many talents, these attributes are not easily discerned. Brains and talent will neve...
And then there was her face: her white skin, her brown eyes, and her expression, so soft and beautiful; she looked as though she were constantly getting ready to ask a question. Even an immaculately c...
If the old man looked at straight lines to keep his act together, I was going to stare at lines and go down in flames.
I decided then and there I was never going to have kids.
As a child I first became aware that my existence had a purpose when I realized men lusted after me. And that's why I will lust forever after men. Before I even began to worry about homework or any of...
All I want is for someone to understand me before I die. With death staring me in the face, I finally understand the reason novelists write books: before they die they want somebody, somewhere, to und...
Nihai analizde, dine bulaşan insanlar yalnızca kendi kişisel mutluluklarının peşinde gibidir. Yanılıyor muyum?
Ma non era per la sua ambizione che si era imbattuta in un atroce destino. La sua tragedia si era consumata perché lei amava profondamente un uomo che non sapeva amare. Naruse non aveva semplicemente...
Kids lose their trust in the parents they love, but still accept them, so they end up not trusting themselves anymore.
I'm this superphilosophical kind of person. Stuck in a prison of abstract ideas and overpowering emotions, I have this personality that makes it really hard to survive.
Did you pick out this outfit? he asked, looking at her clothes.No, she said. She was wearing a cheap, bright red dress that she'd been given by another girl from the bar who shared the same apartment....
My lascivious blood leaves me no choice but to lust for men. No matter how common I become, how ugly, how old, as long as there is life in my body I will go on wanting men. That's just my fate. Even i...
I was in a self-induced depression. Welcome to me Real World.
I realized that the last thing I wanted to do was go home. A weird feeling—like on the one hand I wanted to go back to that other world, but at the same time didn’t care if my connections to it were c...
Effort has nothing to do with the changes to structure and physiology that develop as a consequence of the intensification of individuation.
A women who does not know herself has no choice other than to live with other people's evaluations.