it’ll be this kind of deep blue”she said. “The kind of color that somehow sucks your eyes and your ears and all your words -the color of a completely closed-in night
BANANA YOSHIMOTONothing exists in this world but me and my bed…” (p. 141).
More Banana Yoshimoto Quotes
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This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself again and again from one instant to the next-and I didn’t want to forget a single one.
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It was so gorgeous it almost felt like sadness.
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I really believe that no matter how old people get, they tend to change in certain ways depending on how people treat them – they change their colors.
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She was still there inside me now, just as she always was: a life put on hold, a memory I didn’t know how to handle.
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I felt how important the simplest things were, like feeling proud, finding something funny, stretching yourself, retreating into yourself.
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Nothing exists in this world but me and my bed…” (p. 141).
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Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet. I will not be defeated.
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Good tea is eloquent enough, it turns out, to change a person’s mind.
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It didn’t matter whether he was nearby or far away. His image would drift up into your mind just when you least expected it, shocking you, making your chest pound. Making your heart ache.
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Was that what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities?
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Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
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This is what it means to be loved… when someone wants to touch you, to be tender.
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I spent most of my time thinking, because I didn’t have enough energy to do anything else.
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Me, when I’m utterly exhausted by it all, when my skin breaks out, on those lonely evenings when I call my friends again and again and nobody’s home, then I despise my own life – my birth, my upbringing, everything.
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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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