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I held the feeling in my heart; the urge to discuss it died out. There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.

Banana Yoshimoto

Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.
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Although Always Lonely Raised
Nothing exists in this world but me and my bed…” (p. 141).
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Bed Exist Nothing World
In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions, much of one’s life history is etched in the senses. And things of no particular importance, or irreplaceable things, can suddenly resurface in a café one winter night.
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Emotion Flow Much Night Sense Winter
I should have told her at the time. I could have taken a deep breath, looked away, and forced myself to say it.
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Deep Breath Taken
To the extent that I had come to understand that despair does not necessarily result in annihilation, that one can go on as usual in spite of it, I had become hardened. Was this what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities? I didn’t like it, but it made it easier to go on.
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Adults Despair Mean
What was important wasn’t the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.
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Important Sky Together
When someone tells you something big, it’s like you’re taking money from them, and there’s no way it will ever go back to being the way it was. You have to take responsibility for listening.
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Listening Responsibility Way
Love is the kind of thing that’s already happening by the time you notice it, that’s how it works, and no matter how old you get, that doesn’t change. Except that you can break it up into two entirely distinct types — love where there’s an end in sight and love where there isn’t.
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Happen Love Sight Two Work
Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.
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Disappear Failing Someday
Why is it we have so little choice? We live like the lowliest worms. Always defeated – defeated we make dinner, we eat, we sleep. Everyone we love is dying. Sill, to cease living is unacceptable.
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Choices Everyone Love Sleep
But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.
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Guilt Twist Uncertain
Everything that had happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.
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Beautiful Crazy Enough
Over and over, we begin again.
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Bare Over Tree
Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.
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Back Happy Life Memories Shining
Truly great people emit a light that warms the hearts of those around them. When that light has been put out, a heavy shadow of despair descends.
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Heart Light People
The place I like best in this world is the kitchen. No matter where it is, no matter what kind, if it’s a kitchen, if it’s a place where they make food, it’s fine with me. Ideally it should be well broken in. Lots of tea towels, dry and immaculate. Where tile catching the light (ting! Ting!)” (p. 3).
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Broken Kitchen Light

I held the feeling in my heart; the urge to discuss it died out. There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.

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I held the feeling in my heart; the urge to discuss it died out. There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.

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