• The me sitting here and the image of me I have are out of sync.
• I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
• I've built a wall around me, never letting anybody inside and trying not to venture outside myself.
• When I was young, I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with, I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music. As you might guess, I led a lonely life.
• If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
• Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will be even worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in, Mr Nakata. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won't make time stand still.
• Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
• But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.
• Sometimes I feel so- I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going.
• I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself- as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to define myself.
• No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.
• I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.
• In dreams you don’t need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don’t exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don’t hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.
• It’s not just that I’m dumb. I’m empty inside. I finally understand that. I’m like a library without a single book. It wasn’t always like that. I used to have books inside me. For a long time I couldn’t remember, but now I can. I used to be normal, just like everybody else. But something happened and I ended up like a container with nothing inside.Yeah, but if you look at it like that we’re all pretty much empty, don’t you think? You eat, take a dump, do your crummy job to get your lousy pay and get laid occasionally, if you’re lucky. What else is there? Still, you know, interesting things do happen in life - like with us now. I’m not sure why. My grandpa used to say that things never work out like you think they will, but that’s what makes life interesting, and it makes sense.
• I was living for one thing only, and that was to confirm my own lack of feeling.
• She’s letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you’re in big trouble.
• Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.
• She’s letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you’re in big trouble.
• The world kept moving on, I alone, was at a stand still.
• Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe.
• I wasn’t alone, but I was terribly lonely. Because I knew that I would never be happier than I was then. That much I knew for sure. That’s why I wanted to go - just as I was - to someplace where there was no time.
• I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world, I said after giving it some thought. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.
• Between the end of that strange summer and the approach of winter, my life went on without change. Each day would dawn without incident and end as it had begun.
• I felt utterly alone, as if I was the last person alive on earth. I can’t describe that feeling of total loneliness. I just wanted to disappear into thin air and not think about anything

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• consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. (oscar wilde)
• 生きていると言うことは、生かされているって言うことだ.
  • to be living, means you are being made to live.
• Crying is just like breathing, the longer you hold it the longer you will exhale. Let me breathe. Sorrow is my home. (tablo - home)
• Don't worry about what people think, they don't do it very often.
• Not to spoil the ending for you, but everything is going to be okay.
• If you do what you’ve always done, you'll get what you’ve always got.
• 如果世界太危险，只有音乐最安全。
  • if the world is too dangerous, only music is the safest. (lol google)
• 明日あなたの気持ちが離れても きっと変わらず愛している。明日あなたに僕が見えなくても きっと変わらず愛している
  • Even if your feelings fade tomorrow, I’ll still love you unchangingly. Even if you can’t see me tomorrow, I’ll still love you without fail
• …there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.
• be the change that you wish to see in the world
• here's my answer, you told me hope is nowhere, but you're wrong, hope is now here
• Put away the fake hope of being like this or that. If you just fight and argue all the time, it's tiring. (sunny hill-tgs)
• 亲爱的我只求拥抱你一秒
  • my dearest, i beg to hold you for only a second
• When you are sad and are happy, please talk to the sky. Please make your heart strong. You are not alone. (nino)
• the worst time to feel alone is when you’re in a crowd (anthony horowitz)
• There are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this. And most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late - Charles Bukowski
• I want to sleep, I want dreams to pull me from this world and make me forget. To stop the memories from swirling around me. To put an end to this ache that consumes me. - Carrie Ryan (The Forest of Hands and Teeth)
• It wasn’t supposed to go like this. I was supposed to die quietly. But since I met you, I actually started wishing for more time. I want more time with you. - Tenshi no koi
• 只要是你和我　一起走下去 天堂下随时和随地
  • as long as it's you and me, heaven is everywhere
• call me crazy, but i want you to myself to share with no one.call it jealousy, i just call it my greedy love
• Your imperfection is perfectly beautiful. (tablo)