Waiting Quotes

“The name of the little station, I purposely won't tell you. Even without my telling it to you, you'll catch sight of me someday.”
― Osamu Dazai, Waiting

“Still, I wait. I wait with my heart aflutter. People pass in front of me, pass by in hordes. It isn't that one; it isn't this one. I hold my shopping bag, shivering as I wait intently. Please don't forget me. Don't laugh at a 20-year old girl who goes to a rendezvous at the station day after day and then returns home without success; please remember me and keep me in your heart.”
― Osamu Dazai, Waiting

“Who in the world am I waiting for, I wonder? There's nothing that stands out clearly; it's only hazy. Nevertheless, I wait.”
― Osamu Dazai, Waiting

“The hope that 'If someone were perchance to appear...!'--the terror of 'If someone does appear, heavens, what'll I do?'--the resignation-like determination that 'There's nothing else to do when he has appeared; let me offer the person my life; my destiny will be decided at that time'--these and various other shameful fancies intertwine one another in strange fashion; my heart gets choked with emotions and I just about suffocate from pain. I feel the floor dropping out from under me, as if not knowing whether I were alive or dead, as if dreaming in broad daylight; the comings and goings of the people in front of the station, too, seem small and far away, as though I have peeked through the wrong end of a telescope; and the world is completely hushed. What on earth am I waiting for?”
― Osamu Dazai, Waiting

“I began to feel very guilty about sitting alone at home, doing nothing day after day; I felt vaguely uneasy, and couldn't relax anymore. I want to work myself very hard and be of some direct use. I have lost my self-assurance in my way of living up till now.”
― Osamu Dazai, Waiting

“People, too, are unduly wary of me and use diplomatic speech which tries very hard to be harmless and inoffensive, and relate their pompous, false feelings. As I listen to it all, I find their petty cautiousness deplorable, and the world becomes more and more unbearably odious.”
― Osamu Dazai, Waiting

“Are 'people in the world', I wonder, creatures that spend their whole lives greeting each other in stiff, formal patterns, being cautious about each other and then growing tired of each other?”
― Osamu Dazai, Waiting

“Nevertheless, I still wait for someone. Who on earth am I waiting for, sitting here every day? For what sort of person? Maybe what I'm waiting for isn't even human. I dislike humans. No, I fear them. When I meet someone and indifferently exchange such greetings as 'How are you?' or 'It's become cold,' greetings I don't want to make, I somehow get the unpleasant feeling that there is no such liar in the whole world as I, and I wish I were dead.”
― Osamu Dazai, Waiting

“A lone person says something to me, smiling. How fearful! What'll I do? My heart beats wildly. Even just the thought of it makes me shudder as if I had cold water poured down my back, and my breath chokes.”
― Osamu Dazai, Waiting

“السَّعَادَةُ؟.. مَا أَبْصَرْتُ لَهَا وَجْهاً قَطُّ، وَمَا بَلَغَنِي عَنْهَا سِوَى أَقَاوِيلَ تُتَنَاقَلُ..”
― Osamu Dazai, Waiting