“No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.”
“Love is the kind of thing that's already happening by the time you notice it, that's how it works, and no matter how old you get, that doesn't change. Except that you can break it up into two entirely distinct types -- love where there's an end in sight and love where there isn't.”
“On nights like this when the air is so clear, you end up saying things you ordinarily wouldn’t. Without even noticing what you’re doing, you open up your heart and just start talking to the person next to you—you talk as if you have no audience but the glittering stars, far overhead.”
“Every time I look into his eyes I just want to take the ice cream or whatever I've got in my hand and rub it into his face. That's how much I like him.”
“Each one of us continues to carry the heart of each self we've ever been, at every stage along the way, and a chaos of everything good and rotten. And we have to carry this weight all alone, through each day that we live. We try to be as nice as we can to the people we love, but we alone support the weight of ourselves.”
“We ran into lots of old friends. Friends from elementary school, junior high school, high school. Everyone had matured in their own way, and even as we stood face to face with them they seemed like people from dreams, sudden glimpses through the fences of our tangled memories. We smiled and waved, exchanged a few words, and then walked on in our separate directions.”
“This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself again and again from one instant to the next-and I didn’t want to forget a single one.”
“People who are going to get along really well know it almost as soon as they meet. You spend a little while talking and everyone starts to feel this conviction, you're all equally sure that you're at the beginning of something good. That's how it is when you meet people you're going to be with for a long time.”
“Life is a performance, I thought. Perthaps the word "illusion" would have meant more or less the same thing, but to me "performance" seemed closed to the truth. Standing there in the midst of the crowd that evening, I felt this realization swirl dizzily through my body in a dazzling splendor of light, if only for an instant. Each one of us continues to carry the heart of each self we've ever been, at every stage along the way, and a chaos of everything good and rotten. And we have to carry this weight all alone, through each day that we live. We try to be as nice as we can to the people we love, but we alone support the weight of ourselves.”
“For ten years I had been protected, wrapped up in something like a blanket that had been stitched together from all kinds of different things. But people never notice that warmth until after they've emerged. You don't even notice that you've been inside until it's too late for you ever to go back-- that's how perfect the temperature of that blanket is.”
“It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface - it never seems too loud, or too wild.”
“That night, having wriggled down into my futon all alone, I found myself in the grips of a wrenching sadness. I was only a child, but I knew the feeling that came when you parted with something, and I felt that pain. I lay gazing up at the ceiling , feeling the sleek stiffness of the well-starched sheets against my skin. My distress was a seed that would grow into an understanding of what it meant to say goodbye. In contrast to the heavy ache I would come to know later on in life, this was tiny and fresh – a green bud of pain with a bright halo of light rimming its edges.”
“I got up and sprinted into the ocean, chasing my father. I'm in love with the moment when the water switches from being so cold you want to leap up into the air to something that feels just right against your skin.”
“Here in this ocean, in the midst of all this water, with the red flags on those distant buoys flapping in the sea breeze, I find myself unable to treat our house in Tokyo as anything but a dream. ”
“Whenever you get something in this world, you lose something too — that's just the way things work.”
“Dentro di me portavo ancora il ricordo di quando, da piccola, nel periodo in cui era davvero molto malata, avevo capito per la prima volta il significato della morte. E ogni tanto mi tornava alla mente come un fulmine a ciel sereno. Soprattutto nei giorni di pioggia, quando passato e futuro svaniscono lentamente nell'aria. A un tratto, una lacrima cadde sulla pioggia del libro. E un istante dopo piangevo a dirotto. Sentii il rumore della pioggia che cadeva sulla grondaia ed ebbi un sussulto. Poi, chiedendomi perché diavolo mi fossi messa a piangere, mi asciugai il viso e continuai a leggere, dimenticandomi completamente dell'accaduto.”
“Gli esseri umani accolgono ogni cambiamento del proprio animo in una confusione di cose buone e cattive, e da soli portano quel peso per tutta la vita.
Pregando, sempre da soli, di essere il più gentile possibile con le persone a cui vogliono bene e a cui sono vicini.”
“Maria, báu vật của ông!
Tạm biệt cháu.
Hãy yêu quý bà, bố và mẹ, hãy trở thành một cô gái tuyệt vời để không xấu hổ với cái tên Đức Mẹ.
Ryuzo”
“Море обладает поразительной притягательной силой. Двое могут смотреть на него, не замечая, молчат они или разговаривают. И это никогда не может наскучить. И сколь бы ни был громким рёв волн, и каким бы бурным ни было море, оно никогда не могло надоесть. Я не могла себе представить, что мне предстоит переезд туда, где нет моря, и испытывала в связи с этим поразительное беспокойство. В хорошие или тяжёлые минуты, в нестерпимую жару или в зимний холод, когда идёшь в храм для встречи Нового года под усыпанным звёздами небом, море всегда было здесь, рядом, такое же, как всегда. Была ли я маленькой или уже выросла, умирала ли в соседнем доме старая женщина или рождался ребёнок в доме врача, шла ли я на первое свидание или переживала потерянную любовь, море всегда опоясывало город, и его волны непрерывно набегали на берег или отступали вдаль.”
“Каждый человек прячет в своём сердце и хорошее, и плохое, но он один несёт в себе тяжесть всего этого и стремится, насколько возможно, быть добрым к тем, кого любит.”
“Я, может, и раздражаюсь, когда опадает последний лист, но его красоту я всё равно помню.”
“Menopause had finally terminated her fantastically involved and complex relationship with her womb: a legendary saga of irregular bleeding, eleven-month pregnancies straight out of the Royal Society proceedings, terrifying primal omens, miscarriages, heartbreaking epochs of barrenness punctuated by phases of such explosive fertility that Uncle Thomas had been afraid to come near her—disturbing asymmetries, prolapses, relapses, and just plain lapses, hellish cramping fits, mysterious interactions with the Moon and other cœlestial phenomena, shocking imbalances of all four of the humours known to Medicine plus a few known only to Mayflower, seismic rumblings audible from adjoining rooms—cancers reabsorbed—(incredibly) three successful pregnancies culminating in four-day labors that snapped stout bedframes like kindling, vibrated pictures off walls, and sent queues of vicars, mid-wives, physicians, and family members down into their own beds, ruined with exhaustion.”
“Truth is only what people want to believe and nothing more.”
“All life includes loss. It's taken me many, many years to learn to deal with that, and I don't expect I'll ever be fully resigned to it. But that doesn't mean we have to turn away from the world, or stop striving for the best that we can do and be. We owe that much to ourselves, at least, and we deserve whatever measure of good may come of it.”
“Zach,” I said as I lay there “Where did you go? When you were looking for me?”
I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes.
“Crazy.” His voice was a whisper against my skin. “I went crazy.”
“We all posses different gifts and abilities. How we use those gifts determines who we are.”
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