It is painful for the plant which is myself to live in the atmosphere and light of this world. Somewhere an element is lacking which would permit me to continue.
I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day.
At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.
Humanity? Don't be silly. I know. It is knocking down your fellow-men for the sake of your own happiness.
I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it....In my sleep, a natural death!
I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It's straightforward. But people almost never say, "Die!" Paltry, prudent hypocrites!
Anyway, you can be sure of one thing, a man's got to fake just to stay alive.
After being hurt by the world so much, they began to see the demons within humans. So without hiding it through trickery, they worked to express it.
Society. I felt as though even I were beginning at last to acquire some vague notion of what it meant. It is a struggle between one individual to another, a then-and-there struggle, in which the immed...
Even if Mary gives birth to a child who is not her husband's, if she has a shining pride, they become a holy mother and child.
For the first time in my life I realized what a horrible, miserable, salvationless hell it is to be without money.
Why can’t people get along without criticizing one another?” Urashima shakes his head as he ponders this rudimentary question. “Never have the bush clover blooming on the beach, nor the little crabs w...
Last year nothing happenedThe year before nothing happenedAnd the year before that nothinghappened.
It isn't that I dislike artists, but I can't stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character.
When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumor that I was precocious. When I acted like an idler, rumor had it I was an idler. When I pretended I couldn't write a novel, people said I cou...
In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.
He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idiot ghost.
I have no desire for others to take it on themselves to analyze my thoughts. I am without thoughts. I have never, not even once, acted on the basis of any doctrine or philosophy.I am convinced that th...
For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces.
All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest. It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should...
