And every night I thought of you. Now that I can no longer see you, I realise how much I need you. Everything seems pointless since you left.
If you don’t hurry, you’ll be lost for eternity.
This might sound like dumb advice, but if you’re going to walk down a road, it’s better to walk down the sunny side, right?
I all of a sudden got to feeling like talking to people. Whenever I look at the ocean, I always want to talk to people, but when I’m talking to people, I always want to look at the ocean. I’m weird like that.
Whenever I’m around, nothing good ever happens. You can count on it. If I’m involved, then things go bad. Things are going smoothly, then I step in and wham! they fall apart.
But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.
The conductor was so totally without expression he could have pulled off a bank robbery without covering his face.
No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow.
Tell me I can relax now because I’ve done enough to last a lifetime.
So once you’re dead there’s just nothing?” “Basically.” “Well, I think there has to be something like reincarnation. Or maybe I should say I’m scared to think there isn’t. I can’t understand nothingness. I can’t understand it and I can’t imagine it.” “Nothingness means there’s absolutely nothing, so maybe there’s no need to understand it or imagine it.
Some people might laugh at me for being too cautious, but stupid accidents happen all the time, and the ones who get killed or badly wounded are usually the ones who were laughing.
Someone once said that nothing costs more and yields less benefit than revenge,” Aomame said.
There are wells, deep wells, dug in our hearts. Birds fly over them.
People’s minds can’t be a complete blank. Human beings’ emotions are not strong or consistent enough to sustain a vacuum.
There’s something about those secrets that only the deceased person can rightly understand. Something that can’t be explained, no matter how hard you try. They’re what the dead person has to take with him to his grave. Like a valuable piece of luggage.
For a few seconds I stood there in a strange, dim place. Where the things I could see didn’t exist. Where the invisible did.
As much as I try to be honest, the words I’m looking for always seem to sink into dark depths.
Their world is like the one that George Orwell depicted in his novel. I’m sure you realize that there are plenty of people who are looking for exactly that kind of brain death. It makes life a lot easier. You don’t have to think about difficult things, just shut up and do what your superiors tell you to do.
Most people go about their lives unconscious of their deformities, while in this little world of ours the deformities themselves are a precondition.
He was a worm, and worms get stepped on.