Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will be even worse the next time you open your eyes.
However, like a piece of tracing paper slipping away, everything had, little by little, become irreparably different than it had been in the past.
A smile played around Aomame’s straight lips. People were focused on her actions. No one was surprised to see her pull a gun out of her bag – or at least they did not show surprise on their faces. Maybe they didn’t believe it was a real gun. ‘It is, though,’ Aomame told them mentally. Next she turned the gun upward and thrust the muzzle into her mouth. Now it was aimed directly at her cerebrum – the gray labyrinth where consciousness resided.
Once you start lying to the public, you have to keep lying. It never ends.
And after you do something like that, the everyday look of things might seem to change a little. Things may look different to you than they did before. I’ve had that experience myself. But don’t let appearances fool you. There’s always only one reality.
It’s not easy, either psychologically or practically, to keep tweaking the truth to make it all fit together.
There were two moons in the sky – a small moon and a large one. They were floating there side by side. The large one was the usual moon that she had always seen. It was nearly full, and yellow. But there was another moon right next to it. It had an unfamiliar shape. It was somewhat lopsided, and greenish, as though thinly covered with moss.
Somewhere, we were struck by lightning. But not the kind of lightning you can see or hear.
The process involved a good deal of pain, but without such pain nothing would be resolved.
Failure to reach that bar is not something you can easily explain away. When it comes to other people, you can always come up with a reasonable explanation, but you can’t fool yourself.
The girl behind the counter was prim, but bad at tying ribbons. Inexcusable.
Kino enjoyed listening to whatever music he liked and reading books he’d been wanting to read. Like dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.
As I suspect is true of many who write for a living, as I write I think about all sorts of things. I don’t necessarily write down what I’m thinking; it’s just that as I write I think about things. As I write, I arrange my thoughts. And rewriting and revising takes my thinking down even deeper paths.
Y, a menudo, las cosas verdaderamente valiosas son aquellas que solo se consiguen mediante tareas y actividades de escasa utilidad.
Maybe weakness in his character, or trauma from his past. Or perhaps something in the present was causing his problem. Or maybe a combination of all those things. Whatever it was, he was trying like mad either to forget it or to numb the pain it caused, which made it necessary to drink.
Tidak mengerti kalau tidak dijelaskan berarti takkan mengerti walau dijelaskan sebanyak apa pun.
Apakah hal yang kamu lakukan baik atau tidak, keren atau tidak keren sama sekali, pada akhirnya yang memiliki arti bukanlah sesuatu yang bisa dilihat, tetapi apa yang bisa dirasakan oleh hatimu. Agar bisa mengerti sebuah nilai, kadang-kadang kamu harus melakukan sesuatu yang buang-buang waktu. Namun, bahkan suatu tindakan yang kelihatannya sia-sia, tidak selamanya berakhir demikian.
Afterward, Tsukuru Tazaki’s life was changed forever, as if a sheer ridge had divided the original vegetation into two distinct biomes.
She was probably too cool, too self-possessed. Some of our classmates must have thought her cold and haughty. But I detected something else- something warm and fragile just below the surface. Something very much like a child playing hide-and-seek, hidden deep within her, yet hoping to be found.
With great knowledge comes great responsibility.