Menna☆ > Menna☆'s Quotes

“I can't cry. I keep trying but nothing happens. There was just this fucking heaviness, a thick black ball in my troat. But no tears. You never cried. No matter how badly we argued I never saw you shed a tear. Neither have I. Which makes me wonder why is that we can't cry. Are we some kind of broken?”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

“No matter where you go, or how many books you read, you still know nothing, you haven't seen anything. And that's life. We live our lives trying to find our way. It's like that Santouka Taneda poem, the one that goes, 'On and on, in and in, and still the blue-green mountains'.”
― Satoshi Yagisawa, Days at the Morisaki Bookshop

“It’s funny. No matter where you go, or how many books you read, you still know nothing, you haven’t seen anything. And that’s life.”
― Satoshi Yagisawa, Days at the Morisaki Bookshop

“The act of seeing is no small thing. To see something is to be possessed by it. Sometimes it carries off a part of you, sometimes it's your whole soul."

At some point in the past, someone reading this book had felt moved to take a pen and draw a line under these words. It made me happy to think that because I had been moved by that same passage too, I was now connected to the stranger.”
― Eric Ozawa, Days at the Morisaki Bookshop

“It hurts to realize that it might be too late now for anything but regret.”
― Satoshi Yagisawa, Days at the Morisaki Bookshop

“People forget all kinds of things. They live by forgetting. Yet our thoughts endure, the way waves leave traces in the sand.”
― Satoshi Yagisawa, More Days at the Morisaki Bookshop

“Seasons flow in a cycle.
Life too, passes through difficult winters.
But after any winter, spring will follow.”
― Toshikazu Kawaguchi, Tales from the Cafe

“We can never truly see into the hearts of others. When people get lost in their own worries they can be blind to the feelings of those most important to them.”
― Toshikazu Kawaguchi, Tales from the Cafe

“they say that time heals all things,
they say you can always forget;
but the smiles and the tears across the years
they twist my heart strings yet!”
― George Orwell, 1984

“وعرفتُ أن الليالى
مذاقُ قطرةٍ من العسل، على اللسان تتلاشى.
أنّ الأشياء، دوماً، مُهدًّدةُ بالغياب
وأنني، ذات يومٍ، كنتُ هنا، في هذا المكان.
حيث لن أكون، أبداً، مرةً أخرى.”
― سركون بولص, عظمة أخرى لكلب القبيلة