Water Moon

Books do not find value when they are written. They find value when they are read. Every book here is both worthless and priceless at the same time. It depends on who you ask.

Happiness does not exist in a place. It lives in every breath we take. You need to choose to take it in, over and over again.

life is about finding joy in the space between where you came from and where you are going

Losing your way is oftentimes the only way to find something you did not know you were looking for.

There is something beautiful about autumn that makes things more beautiful. Out of all the seasons, it is the most honest about time. Summer and spring blind you to its passing with their colorful displays. Winter paints over everything in white. But autumn is not shy about things coming to an end. It welcomes it, waving leafy flags of red, yellow, and gold. It celebrates its sadness.” Hana Ishikawa

Just because things have been done a certain way doesn’t mean that’s how they should always be. And if I fail, so what? That just means I’m eliminating a wrong turn and getting closer to the right one.

We had told ourselves a lie for so long that we made it real. We trapped ourselves in a myth that we forgot we created.

I have learned that there is nothing to be gained from stealing other people’s happiness. No matter how much you have stolen, it is not something that you can ever use for yourself.

You’re afraid the real thing won’t match up to your memories of it,” Ramesh said. “And you’re absolutely right. That place stopped existing the moment you left. Maybe it didn’t even exist at all. Memory has a way of smoothing and polishing edges.

Endings and beginnings are the same point in time.

Death is kind and swift. Longing is a life sentence.

Things don’t have to make sense for them to be real.

What's wrong with failing?" Keishin tilted his head. "Or wanting to make things better? Just because things have been done a certain way doesn't mean that's how they should always be. And if I fail, so what? That just means I'm eliminating a wrong turn and getting closer to the right one.

I did not wake up and suddenly feel that I loved you. The only answer I can give you is that it happened gradually. Slowly, and unnoticed, the way the ocean turns rocks into sand. And you are an ocean, Hana. Gentle and quiet, yet powerful enough to sweep away any man or ship. I drowned in you a long time ago and I did not even know it.

For the same reason all fools give up good things. We look at our hands and wonder what we could hold if they were empty.” She hastily wiped the tears from her eyes.

Broken things have a unique kind of beauty, don’t you think?

Last times almost always came in disguise, never revealing who they were until they were gone and all you could do was miss them.

A cartographer can craft the most detailed map, include every landmark, and draw the clearest roads. His map can help you get to almost anywhere you wish. Bridges. Parks. Libraries. But not home. You won’t find it labeled on a single map in the entire world. You can live in the same place for years and memorize every bus, bike, and walking route back to it and never really know your way home. Maybe that’s why you can’t find it on any map. Because it doesn’t exist.

Arriving at one's destination is never promised. Only the journey is. Waiting is part of that journey.

Happiness has little to do with what you have, and everything to do with what you do not

It was easier to chew on misery if you did not know what happiness tasted like.

I may never get to where I want to go, but I can look back on my life and say that did not waster a second of it being bitter that I was not someplace else.

A bird that has tasted freedom would do anything to keep from ever being trapped again. It would reset time itself to change its fate.

autumn is not shy about things coming to an end. It welcomes it, waving leafy flags of red, yellow, and gold. It celebrates its sadness.

Because if we don’t hit walls, we can’t break through them. Every significant scientific discovery ever made was because someone hit a blank wall and decided to push further.” Hana

On their own, one man’s eyes were not more memorable than another’s. It was how they looked at you that made you remember them.

I drowned in you a long time ago and I did not even know it.

Because if you had children, then this sky would only be the second most beautiful thing you would have seen,” Fumiko said.