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

From that day on it was as if Ren freed me from gravity. I was floating in the sky. Higher. Higher. Higher.

For us who choose our dreams over our love the only thing we can do for love is perhaps to release the lock around our necks. Through that, the pain may vanish.

I’ll make you so in love with me, that everytime our lips touch, you’ll die a little death.

We are all farsighted, we give importance to those things that are far from us, while neglecting the things that are close to us… only to realize their value later when they are out-of-reach again.

His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her… He’s probably forgotten that I’m here, beside him

Say, Nana… You look like stray cat, wild and proud. But I can see the wound in your heart. At the time I just thought it was cool. I never realized how hurt you were.

She was my sacred angel that I could never violate. Reira was my sanctuary. I needed something solid like that in this dirty, disappointing world.

I am glad I met you and I am glad to say that.

Right now I am full of greed and vanity, so I cannot live with you like before. But may be we can meet like this.

The table was her stage. The mobile phone was the microphone. And the new moon was the spotlight. That kind of magic only Nana could make it happen.

Hey, Nana… people’s feelings change easily… what you see is a house of cards… nothing’s sure, and nothing lasts forever.

Even now, sometimes on street corners… when I meet someone, I see your shadow.

Many things happened in my life, and I thought that they changed me. But in the end, nothing has changed since I was seventeen.

I have to get back to the hotel. But I don’t know the way. I always rely on Shouji so I didn’t notice where we were going.

Don’t say the words I wanted to hear from Ren.

At that time I told myself that I didn’t want to fall in love ever again. But that night while praying for your happiness Nana.

One kind of good book should leave you asking: how did the author know that about me?

In our society leaving baby with Daddy is just one step above leaving the kids to be raised by wolves or apes.

The inability to live in the present lies in the fear of leaving the sheltered position of anticipation or memory, and so of admitting that this is the only life that one is ever likely (heavenly intervention aside) to live.

Nothing that’s forced can ever be right, if it doesn’t come naturally, leave it.

I understand it on a superficial level, but the depth of it just boggles my mind. I think it’s probably the greatest of all speeches ever written.

Let’s leave it all alone. I’m stupidest when I try to be funny.

As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.

I had my moment on the stage. The trick in life is to know when to leave.