But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
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But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
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Concentration is one of the happiest things in my life.
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I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
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No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
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I had no ambition to be a writer because the books I read were too good, my standards were too high.
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Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.
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As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.
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I don’t want to express my opinion about actual politics, because if I do, I have to be responsible for my decision.
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Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.
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Listen up – there’s no war that will end all wars.
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Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
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I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
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Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.
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I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you.
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I don’t think of myself as an artist. I’m just a guy who can write.
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I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
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