Osamu Dazai Quotes

When I liked something I tasted it hesitantly, furtively, as though it were extremely bitter.

My definition of a "respected" man was one who had succeeded almost completely in hoodwinking people

I yearned for everything long gone.

Then what's a synonym for woman?" "Entrails." "You're not very poetic, are you? Well, then, what's the antonym for entrails?" "Milk.

I hope I meet lots of people with lovely eyes.

What did he mean by "society"? The plural of human beings?

Last year nothing happened
The year before nothing happened
And the year before that nothing
happened.

A true artist is an ugly man.

A mere smile can determine a woman's fate. It is frightening. Fascinatingly so. I have to be careful.

I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.

I want to spend my time with people who don't look to be respected. But such good people won't want to spend their time with me.

When you find yourself looking ridiculous, reasoning isn't worth a damn.

Show me what you've written, I said, although I wanted desperately to avoid looking at it.

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.

Forgive me. I didn't mean to kill you, Polonius. The blade slipped out of the sheath, and it struck you.

Disqualified as a human being.

The thought of dying has never bothered me, but getting hurt, losing blood, becoming crippled and the like - no thanks.

Logic, inevitably, is the love of logic. It is not the love for living human beings.

As for love ... no, having once written that word I can write nothing more.

I go about saying how pained and tormented, how lonely and sad I feel, but what do I really mean by that? If I were to speak the truth, I would die.

Labeled a delinquent. That's the only kind of label I want to be crucified under.

When you've got the devil's own luck, you're immune from the usual run of disasters. Such people must be utilized.

A good book is always good, no matter how many times you've already read it.

Human beings never submit to human beings.

The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people.

Mornings are grey. Always the same. Absolutely empty.

But happiness is being able to hope, however faintly, for happiness. So, at least, we must believe if we are to live in the world of today.

I'm going somewhere where there aren't any women.

I have always found the female of the human species many times more difficult to understand than the male.

I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It's straightforward. But people almost never say, "Die!" Paltry, prudent hypocrites!

Women found in me a man who could keep a love secret.

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.

I have never been able to
meet anyone without an accompaniment of painful
smiles, the buffoonery of defeat.

It isn't that I dislike artists, but I can't stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character.

Mine has been a life of much shame. I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.

Most people would take me for over forty.

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 have frantically played the clown in order to distangle myself from these painful relationships, only to wear myself out as a result.

I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.

To be a friend of the weak-that is the artist's point of departure as well as his ultimate goal.

Virtue and vice are concepts invented by human beings, words for a morality which human beings arbitrarily devised.

The real things are apt to be deviant.

Addiction is perhaps a sickness of the spirit.

Humanity? Don't be silly. I know. It is knocking down your fellow-men for the sake of your own happiness.

Genuine beauty is always meaningless, without virtue.

In the present world, the most beautiful thing is a victim.

What uneasiness lies in being loved.

Any connoisseur knows you've got to be drunk to really enjoy a good romance.

Everything passes.

My eyes would swim in my head, and the whole world grow dark before me, so that I felt half out of my mind.

What is society but an individual?

This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution.

The weak fear happiness itself.

There's something about you that smells a little of a Christian priest. I find it offensive.

He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idiot ghost.

Victims. Victims of a transitional period of morality. That is what we both certainly are.

I'm going to paint too. I'm going to paint pictures of ghosts and devils and horses out of hell.

The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness

The incomprehensibility of society is the incomprehensibility of the individual. The ocean is not society; it is the individual.

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.

Heaven forbid if beauty were to have substance.

If you've slept soundly at night the morning is exhilarating, I suppose.

Living itself is the source of sin.

Disqualified as a human beings. I had now ceased utterly to be a human beings.

I despised him as one fit only for amusement, a man with whom I associated for that sole purpose.

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.

Love flies out the window when poverty comes in the door, they say, and it's true.

I smiled in my weakness.

It would seem that the more irresponsible and crafty one is, the more likely one is to have a talent for storytelling.

Anyway, you can be sure of one thing, a man's got to fake just to stay alive.