Oricat de minutios si de infocat ai rescrie trecutul, prezentul va ramane, in linii mari, acelasi. Timpul are forta necesara de a anula una dupa alta orice schimbare artificiala. Indiferent de cate corecturi si revizii i-ai face, se intoarce negresit la curgerea lui initiala.
It took me an eternity to get through the toast, which tasted like lint and was gray from the sky. The sky foretold the end of the world.
Urging others to read F. Scott Fitzgerald, if not a reactionary act, was not something one could do in 1968.
Ito ang inabot ng kanyang karunungan patungkol sa dagat: ito ay malaki, maalat at doon nakatira ang mga isda.
It’s all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. It’s just like Yeats said: In dreams begin responsibilities. Flip this around and you could say that where there’s no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise.
Life is long, and sometimes cruel. Sometimes victims are needed. Someone has to take on that role. And human bodies are fragile, easily damaged. Cut them, and they bleed.
I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone.
There are all kinds of things we have to deal with in life,” Eri finally said. “And one thing always seems to connect with another. You try to solve one problem, only to find that another one you hadn’t anticipated arises instead. It’s not that easy to get free of them.
I’ve been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.
And I really wanted to see you, too,” she said. “When I couldn’t see you any more, I realized that. It was as clear as if the planets all of a sudden lined up in a row for me. I really need you. You’re a part of me; I’m a part of you.
There’s only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have. That’s one of the few good points of growing older.
After a certain length of time has passed, things harden up. Like a cement hardening in a bucket. And we can’t go back anymore.
Once again, she asked me what I meant. And again, my heart was in my words, but the explanation made no sense. Typical me.
Because, in the final analysis, the language we speak constitutes who we are as people.
If you listen carefully, you can hear these things. If you look carefully, you’ll see what you’re after.
The basic stupidity of modern Japan is that we’ve learned absolutely nothing from our contact with other Asian peoples.
I like the sky. You can look at it forever and never get tired of it, and when you don’t want to look at it anymore, you stop.
Robbing people of their actual history is the same as robbing them of a part of themselves. It’s a crime.
We don’t find out what’s waiting for us around the next corner until we turn it.