It’s you, so I feel that a person who will understand you, a person who will find you is waiting out there. So just keep on trying your best.
He gets hurt by the smallest touch. It’ll be okay, as long as there will finally be a day. Eventually, one day. It will be good if all our burdens would finally be released. I really hope you can do it. I hope you two can both live happily.
No. Never. I have to try my best or I’ll become worse and worse. Even if I can’t make up with them. Even if they all ignore me. I still have to try my best.
Let’s try our best? I hope that someday the many, many tears that were shed will be worth it.
That’s why I won’t give up! I’ll continue to move forward because I believe!
People aren’t born with kindness, it grows with them...
I’m still willing to continue living with the burden of this memory. Even though this is a painful memory, even though this memory makes my heart ache. Sometimes I almost want to ask God to let me forget this memory. But as long as I try to be strong and not run away, doing my best, there will finally be someday... there will be finally be someday I can overcome this painful memory. I believe I can. I believe I can do it. There is no memory that can be forgotten, there is not that kind of memory. Always in my heart.
It’s lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Please. Cry with me. Maybe there’s nothing we can do about this. But at least, for now... cry with me. Like your entire body... is screaming at the sky. Like it’s raging against the world. I lost something. And I don’t have a single guarantee. The fear of living in this world again after that... I have only a shred of hope to sustain me. So I want you at least... to cry. Cry. Cry with me. Like the day you were first born into this world.
Life is like a fruit basket. You can eat some of it or wast it and throw some of it out. Only you can chose on wat to do with that fruit basket.
My happiness comes from the kindness of those around me.
A sixth sense cannot make up for a total lack of common sense.
It might be a good idea... to start washing the laundry right at your feet. Of course it’s important to think about what lies ahead, too... but if you only look at what’s down the road... you’ll get tangled in the laundry at your feet and you’ll fall, won’t you? You see... it’s also important to think about what you can do now, what you can do today. And if you keep washing things one day at a time... you’ll be done before you know it. Because fortune is looking out for you.
And if when everything ends, nothing is left in my hands... that’s alright.
But... I think... I want to live with all my memories. Even if they’re sad memories. Even if they’re memories that only hurt me. Even... even if they’re memories that I’d rather forget. If I keep them and I keep trying, without running away... if I keep trying, then someday... someday I’ll be strong enough that those memories can’t defeat me. I believe that... I want to... believe that. Because I want to think... that there’s no such thing... as a memory that’s okay to forget. -Momiji.
Sometimes, I just want to run away from it all – Fruits Basket.
There would never be room for an onigiri in a fruits basket.
It’s frightening that there’s no guarantee that I’ll be loved.
Don’t hate me. Tell me... everything’ s okay. I was always so ashamed. I was ashamed of my weakness. But... I want you to say it. Just once... even if it’s a lie. I know it will give me the courage... to try and become strong.
It would have been nice if we could have lived our lives without taking any wrong turns. But such a thing isn’t possible. We still stumble... we lose our way, we make mistakes and yet little by little, one step at a time we keep on walking forward. With our own two feet... even if we get beaten and bruised along the way we’ll eventually reach something. We’ll eventually reach someone. Until then we’ll keep wishing. So... let’s start walking.
You flounder through life, struggling desperately so you won’t drown, even though you would float if you’d just relax.