It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.

A woman who acts like a fool is a fool.

Yet somehow the thing that startled me most, after a week or two had passed, was that I had in fact survived.

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.

Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.

Those of us with water in our personalities don't pick where we'll flow to. All we can do is flow where the landscape of our lives carries us