“Everyone needs a sanctuary.”

Follow your intuition and all will be well.

Even if we remain unaware of it, our belongings really work hard for us, carrying out their respective roles each day to support our lives.

But when we really delve into the reasons for why we can’t let something go, there are only two: an attachment to the past or a fear for the future.

In Japan, we say that words make our reality. The words we see and with which we come into contact tend to bring about events of the same nature.

The best method is to experiment and enjoy the process.

Your real life begins after putting your house in order.

Tidying is just a tool, not the final destination. The true goal should be to establish the lifestyle you want most once your house has been put in order.

Warranties are only used once a year if at all. What point is there in carefully sorting and separating them when the odds that they will be needed are so low?

Keep only those things that speak to your heart. Then take the plunge and discard all the rest. By doing this, you can reset your life and embark on a new lifestyle.

Our parents demanded that we clean up our rooms, but they too, had never been trained in how to do that. When it comes to tidying, we are all self-taught.

Putting your house in order is the magic that creates a vibrant and happy life.

We may think that we have stored things to suit our behavior, but usually we have unconsciously adjusted our actions to match where things are stored.

The purpose of a letter is fulfilled the moment it is received.

Your storage space is your private paradise, so personalize it to the fullest.

Don’t you think it is unnatural for us to possess things that don’t bring us joy or things that we don’t really need?

Now imagine yourself living in a space that contains only things that spark joy. Isn’t this the lifestyle you dream of?

In every heart there is a room, A sanctuary safe and strong, To heal the wounds from lovers past, Until a new one comes along

Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die

The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.

When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree

Basketball is my refuge, my sanctuary. I go back to being a kid on the playground. When I get here, it’s all good.