“What people consider precious is different for everybody.”

Hey Nana, do you remember the first time we met? I beleive in things like fate. So I think it was fate.

If I ever fall in love again, I would like it if it were a slightly cold guy.

This trait of hers was a part of her charm as well. ..but she never realized how much pain it brought her…. -Nana Komatsu

Hey, Hachi People always say that you only discover how precious something is after you lose it— but I think, you only really recognize it… when you see it a second time face to face. -Nana Osaki

Forgetting about our mistakes and our wounds isn’t enough to make them disappear.

The truth is I always loved him. From the first time I saw him he was so great. But that time I was hurt. I might have been selfish but I was so hurt. I was afraid I would feel more pain.

Even if you fulfill your hearts desire, by sacrificing something important, you may not necessarily be happy.

There was no reason to call or write letters. As it would have been meaningless, if we couldn’t hold each other tight.

In this ordinary life without Ren, I think my life with him was like a dream. Especially on a snowy night like this. On a night as cold as this. Someone keep this guy warm for me, please.

People are only what they think of themselves.

Don’t just give up, Hachiko. Life is about getting knocked down over and over, but still getting up each time. If you keep getting up, you win.

Laugh at love and love will make you cry.

That was how Ren turned my boring life into an illusion, and that was too much for no matter how hard i tried, it seemed I could never catch him.

In this sleepless night, as the darkness advances, look up at the sky and somehow remember that somewhere in this wide world.

Nana acts like a stray cat, wild, free, and proud…. …But inside her heart, she houses a wound. Dense as I am, i thought that.

They say that only very good friends quarrel. But at the end of the day a quarrel is a fight between two people’s egos.

Guys like Larry Bird — he played so hard, he wants everybody else to play hard. That’s not unreasonable. Any coach would want that and demand that.

A fellow can’t live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wear-and nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed-stupid and mean.

I’ve advocated a proportional tax system. You make $10 billion, you pay a billion. You make $10, you pay one. And everybody gets treated the same way.

An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.

To my disappointment I now realized that to know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody.

Everybody wants to be famous, but nobody wants to do the work.

As a woman of color, I always have to be at 150 percent and better than everybody in the room to be considered competent.

By the time the average Christian gets his temperature up to normal, everybody thinks he has a fever!