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  • #1
    Makoto Shinkai
    “I still don't know what it really means to grow up. However, if I happen to meet you, one day in the future, by then, I want to become someone you can be proud to know.”
    Makoto Shinkai, 5 Centimeters per Second

  • #2
    Makoto Shinkai
    “Maybe we tried to leave as much memories of ourselves with each other because we knew one day we wouldn't be together any more.”
    Makoto Shinkai, 5 Centimeters per Second

  • #3
    Arthur Golden
    “Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see. ”
    Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

  • #4
    Arthur Golden
    “Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true.”
    Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

  • #5
    Arthur Golden
    “A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course of victory.”
    Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

  • #6
    Haruki Murakami
    “Maybe I am fated to always be alone, Tsukuru found himself thinking. People came to him, but in the end they always left. They came, seeking something, but either they couldn’t find it, or were unhappy with what they found (or else they were disappointed or angry), and then they left. One day, without warning, they vanished, with no explanation, no word of farewell. Like a silent hatchet had sliced the ties between them, ties through which warm blood still flowed, along with a quiet pulse.”
    Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “Never let fear and stupid pride make you lose someone who's precious to you.”
    Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

  • #8
    Haruki Murakami
    “Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.”
    Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

  • #9
    Haruki Murakami
    “The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.”
    Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

  • #10
    Haruki Murakami
    “That was the first time in my life that anyone had rejected me so completely.' Tsukuru said. 'And the ones who did it were the people I trusted the most, my four best friends in the world. I was so close to them that they had been like an extension of my own body. Searching for the reason, or correcting a misunderstanding, was beyond me. I was simply, and utterly, in shock. So much so that I thought I might never recover. It felt like something inside me snapped.'

    The bartender brought over the glass of wine and replenished the bowl of nuts. Once he'd left, Sara turned to Tsukuru.

    'I've never experienced that myself, but I think I can imagine how stunned you must have been. I understand that you couldn't recover from it quickly. But still, after time had passed and the shock had worn off, wasn't there something you could have done? I mean, it was so unfair. Why didn't you challenge it? I don't see how you could stand it.'

    Tsukuru shook his head slightly. 'The next morning I made up some excuse to tell my family and took the bullet train back to Tokyo. I couldn't stand being in Nagoya for one more day. All I could think of was getting away from there.'

    'If it had been me, I would have stayed there and not left until I got to the bottom of it,' Sara said.

    'I wasn't strong enough for that.' Tsukuru said.

    'You didn't want to find out the truth?'

    Tsukuru stared at his hands on the tabletop, careful choosing his words. 'I think I was afraid of pursuing it, of whatever facts might come of light. Of actually coming face-to-face with them. Whatever the truth was, I didn't think it would save me. I'm not sure why, but I was certain of it.'

    'And you're certain of it now?'

    'I don't know,' Tsukuru said. 'But I was then.'

    'So you went back to Tokyo, stayed holed up in your apartment, closed your eyes, and covered up your ears.'

    'You could say that, yes.”
    Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

  • #11
    Haruki Murakami
    “Force yourself to explain it and you create lies.”
    Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

  • #12
    Haruki Murakami
    “It's no different from building stations. If something is important enough, a little mistake isn't going to ruin it all, or make it vanish. It might not be perfect, but the first step is actually building the station. Right? Otherwise trains won't stop there. And you can't meet the person who means so much to you. If you find some defect, you can adjust it later, as needed. First things first. Build the station. A special station just for her. The kind of station where trains want to stop, even if they have no reason to do so. Imagine that kind of station, and give it actual color and shape. Write your name on the foundation with a nail, and breathe life into it.”
    Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

  • #13
    Haruki Murakami
    “We live in a pretty apathetic age, yet we’re surrounded by an enormous amount of information about other people. If you feel like it, you can easily gather that information about them. Having said that, we still hardly know anything about people.”
    Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

  • #14
    Roald Dahl
    “If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until you can hardly bear to look at it.

    A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts it will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”
    Roald Dahl, The Twits

  • #15
    Kazuo Ishiguro
    “I saw a new world coming rapidly. More scientific, efficient, yes. More cures for the old sicknesses. Very good. But a harsh, cruel, world. And I saw a little girl, her eyes tightly closed, holding to her breast the old kind world, one that she knew in her heart could not remain, and she was holding it and pleading, never to let her go.”
    Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

  • #16
    “It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
    Aisha Mirza

  • #17
    Lisa Tawn Bergren
    “Sometimes the heart tells us to venture where the mind fears to tread.”
    Lisa Tawn Bergren, Waterfall

  • #18
    Nisargadatta Maharaj
    “The mind creates the abyss, the heart crosses it.”
    Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

  • #19
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Let go of your mind and then be mindful.
    Close your ears and listen!”
    Rumi, Love's Ripening: Rumi on the Heart's Journey

  • #20
    Edmond Rostand
    “My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.”
    Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

  • #21
    Shirley Jackson
    “Fear," the doctor said, "is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.”
    Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “Writing is something that you don't know how to do. You sit down and it's something that happens, or it may not happen. So, how can you teach anybody how to write? It's beyond me, because you yourself don't even know if you're going to be able to. I'm always worried, well, you know, every time I go upstairs with my wine bottle. Sometimes I'll sit at that typewriter for fifteen minutes, you know. I don't go up there to write. The typewriter's up there. If it doesn't start moving, I say, well this could be the night that I hit the dust.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #23
    J. Krishnamurti
    “You can only be afraid of what you think you know.”
    J. Krishnamurti

  • #24
    G.K. Chesterton
    “We fear men so much, because we fear God so little. One fear cures another. When man's terror scares you, turn your thoughts to the wrath of God.”
    G.K. Chesterton
    tags: fear, god

  • #25
    Franz Kafka
    “I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #26
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “What do you fear, lady?" [Aragorn] asked.
    "A cage," [Éowyn] said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #27
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    “The heart, like the mind, has a memory.
    And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.”
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • #28
    C.G. Jung
    “Where your fear is,
    there is your task.”
    C.G. Jung

  • #29
    Kahlil Gibran
    “Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.”
    Kahlil Gibran

  • #30
    Osho
    “The greatest fear in the world is of the opinions of others. And the moment you are unafraid of the crowd you are no longer a sheep, you become a lion. A great roar arises in your heart, the roar of freedom.”
    Osho, Courage: The Joy of Living Dangerously



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