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Things that don't matter at all to one person can hurt another so deeply it seems as bad as dying.

She could warm up the air, and then gently blow it out, just like a lily. She smelled of a syrup made of boiled-down despair.

you find yourself face-to-face with the enormousness of the world as a whole.

Nothing exists in this world but me and my bed ... (p. 141).

Looking out at the lake, drinking good tea. That's his only luxury.
And what an enormous luxury that was.

willingness to give in is rampant in this society of ours.

When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.

The intensity of a person unafraid of death, at the end of his rope.

Okay,' I said, and waving, we parted. The feeling traveled to some infinitely distant place and disappeared.

beyond that, I couldn't say. There's no point thinking about the future. That

If people I don't care for are attracted to me, I accept it as the wages of beauty.

Why is it that everything I eat when I'm with you is so delicious?' I laughed. 'Could it be that you're satisfying hunger and lust at the same time?

But I have my life, I'm living it. It's twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there's something there.

He was quiet in the way people are when they believe the world would get along just fine without them.

these people, struggling so hard to impose a shape on a life when life has no shape,

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

I got dressed to begin another day. Over and over, we begin again. (Kitchen, 103)

Most people are constantly perpetrating little acts of violence on others, even when they don't mean to.

For some reason I keep getting connected to men who have something to do with plants.

Maybe then our stopped time would move again." The

It was the truth. I felt a yearning love for every instant that passed.

I had been walking in silence for so long,I had almost forgotten what my own voice sounded like.My knees were tired;my toes were beginning to ache.

Was that what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities?

Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more
it's sad, but that's the truth.

Truly great people emit a light that warms the hearts of those around them. When that light has been put out, a heavy shadow of despair descends.

What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.

Over and over, we begin again.

No matter what, I want to continue living with the awareness that I will die. Without that, I am not alive.

I really believe that no matter how old people get, they tend to change in certain ways depending on how people treat them - they change their colors.

Love is love. It doesn't matter what kind it is.

If you don't say what you're thinking, you end up lying when you really need to speak up.

Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.

I felt how important the simplest things were, like feeling proud, finding something funny, stretching yourself, retreating into yourself.

I spent most of my time thinking, because I didn't have enough energy to do anything else.

Fate is a ladder on which you cannot afford to miss a single rung. To skip out on even one step would mean you'll never make it to the top.

The ritual of our daily lives permeate our very bodies.

My body knows not to respond to fake love. I guess maybe that's what it means to have been brought up well. Mom,

A particular variety of loneliness, like peering deep into the darkness.
It's only natural, when two separate universes touch.

My loneliness was an important part of my own little universe, not some pathological disease that needs to be gotten [sic] rid of.

Everything in my life revolves around people playing at being something.

And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more ...

When my grandmother died, time died, too, in this apartment.

Things keep coming around and around in this world, it's all crammed violently together, two parts of the same skin.

Recognizing how totally ignorant you are is the only honest way to deal with people who've been through something traumatic.

When there's a plus, there's always a minus. If there's a powerful light, the darkness that is its opposite will be just as strong.

I wanted to strip and dance naked in front of them, because maybe then I could have demolished the fake, slimy atmosphere they had created.

The lake has all sorts of different faces. And so it's always fresh.

If you're always angry, always yelling at people, ultimately that just means you depend on them.

Be sure to keep your tummy war, try to relax, both your heart and your body, try not to get flustered. Live like a flower.

I read in some book that if you try to hold people back too much when they're dying it keeps them from being reborn as a Buddha,

I wished my heart would break and get it over with.

Why were we so far apart, even when we were together? It was a nice loneliness, like the sensation of washing your face in cold water.

Now only the kitchen and I are left. It's just a little nicer than being all alone.

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

This is what it means to be loved ... when someone wants to touch you, to be tender ...

You know, Chihiro, darling- all it takes is one little wrong step and you end up feeling frustrated your whole life, like me.

I can't imagine a life without a story.

In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions much of one's life history is etched in the senses.

As well as the way he always said Itadakimasu, quietly, before he started eating.

If someone could give me some sort of evidence that what we're doing is really love, I'd be so tremendously relieved ...

It was all your imagination. And imagination is sometimes worse than reality ...

It was as if his tears had nowhere to go, they were meant for god alone.

Just when one can't take anymore, one sees the moonlight. Beauty that seems to infuse itself into the heart: I know about that.

She was still there inside me now, just as she always was: a life put on hold, a memory I didn't know how to handle.

Once you've recognized your own limits, you've raised yourself to a higher level of being, since you're closer to the real you ...

in this society, things you'd think could only be bad jokes actually happen all the time.

No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.

All I wanted was to get through this as quickly as possible, to see the day when memories be just memories.

People aren't overcome by situations or outside forces. Defeat comes from within.

I guess my mom was all he had-the one flower that smelled like freedom

Nakajima's presence didn't put any pressure on me, either. Quite the opposite: there was a warmth in the core of my chest when he was around.

People look so beautiful when their expressions show that they know they have a future.

They could smile back and forth without speaking, like soldiers who had fought side by side. The

The night glittered brilliantly then.

Be sure to keep your tummy warm, try to relax, both your heart and your body, try not to get flustered. Live like a flower. You have that right.

Just being with Nakajima made me feel as if we were detached from history, and had no particular age.

Everything that had happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.

I was kind of tired, I guess, of knowing people are flesh. Flesh and water.

Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet. I will not be defeated.

Things are just things. They can't bring back the dead. it just makes me feel better.

I should have told her at the time. I could have taken a deep breath, looked away, and forced myself to say it.

In this world there is no place for sadness. No place; not one.

I don't put any stock in whatever it is that happens inside my head.

I was happy. I loved the night, I loved t so much it almost hurt. In the night everything seemed possible. I wasn't sleepy at all.

My fury was lofty, pure, cool.

It was at once a miracle and the most natural thing in the world.

It was so gorgeous it almost felt like sadness.

Whenever you get something in this world, you lose something too - that's just the way things work.

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.