You have to wait until tomorrow to find out what tomorrow will bring.
If there’s something I can’t do but want to, I won’t relax until I’m able to do it.
It doesn’t matter how old I get, but as long as I continue to live I’ll always discover something new about myself.
I’m me, and at the same time not me. That’s what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.
That was the rule. Break one of my rules once, and I’m bound to break many more.
In real life things don’t go so smoothly. At certain points in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door is, more likely than not, a messenger bearing bad news.
It’s a terrible thing when a person dies, whatever the circumstances. A hole opens up in the world, and we need to pay the proper respects. If we don’t, the hole will never be filled in again.
I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.
Don’t let appearances fool you. There’s always only one reality!
A theory is a battlefield in your head.
Let the world move along as it pleased. If it had any business with him, it would be sure to tell him.
If a person remains tense for a long time he might not notice it himself, but it’s like his nerves are a piece of rubber that has been stretched out. It’s hard to go back to the original shape.
Learning another language is like becoming another person.
Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.
Sometimes when I’m with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.
No, I don’t want your money. The world moves less by money than by what you owe people and what they owe you. I don’t like to owe anybody anything, so I keep to myself as much on the lending side as I can.
Either I’m funny or the world’s funny. I don’t know which. The bottle and lid don’t fit. It could be the bottle’s fault or the lid’s fault. In either case, there’s no denying that the fit is bad.
I’m always tripped up by the eternal who am I?
Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another.
His heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small restless body.