“Now I remember every time I was with Shouji I felt better. You hugged me secretly with your heart, didn’t you? Now I want you to embrace me with all that warmth, with all your strength.”

Please leave me something…even one memory would be enough.

If you don’t fight for him, you lose! Fight for him! ~Nana Osaki

I learned that from Nana. But rainy days still make my cheeks wet with tears, even now. It was pouring, on that rainy day.

People say love can be developed, but in the end, the only person you love is yourself. That’s why you choose to love someone who can please you the most.

I may call it jealousy, or may be anxiety and moreover, need. Even now I’m anxious at times because when I am with Ren, everything around feels like a dream.

You know Hachi, your life depends only on ourselves. I’m still convinced about this… But I’ve also learned to accept that people… don’t all become as strong, and it made me kinder than before.

In the world of art, all things are possible.–George from Paradise Kiss

Whatever Yasu loves, I love too. That’s the secret of love.

I never realized how much you hurt.

It takes a lot of strength to hold onto and care for the things we love, so why is it that god seems to have made humans unable to conjure up that degree of power and love?

Don’t do stuff that freaks him out, like what you’re doing now. Do something that makes him happy.

I want to be spoiled like a child. Cry to my heart’s content. But I can only suppress my feelings.

Being alone and being lonely are two different things. (Yasu)

Right now I am working to polish the shards of my dreams.

I thought that despite all the wounds and all the pains it could cause I wanted to dream again, and love someone with all my heart.

I think just being together and talking would be nice. But when we grow old, when greed and vanity will be completely gone, when I will be tired of singing can I return to that place too?

My last name is originally Irish. I’m not exactly sure whereabouts it’s from, but I’ve got family branches that were traced back there.

To scenes by memory’s silver chain Close-linked, and ever yet apart, That like the vine, whose tendrils young Around some fostering branch have clung, Grown with its growth, as tho’ it sprung From one united heart.

I am like a tree in a forest. Birds come to the tree, they sit on its branches and eat its fruits.

I am a particle physicist, which is the nearest branch to nuclear physics. So in that sense I was the sort of right connection with the subject of nuclear energy and so on.

What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn’t see Negroes hanging from its branches.

It appears, then, that ethics, as a branch of knowledge, is nothing more than a department of psychologyand sociology.

A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.

The javelin-snake amphiptere hurls itself from the branches of trees.