Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more--it's sad, but that's the truth.

When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.

At that moment I had a thrilling sharp intuition. I knew it as if I held it in my hands: In the gloom of death that surrounded the two of us, we were just at the point of approaching and negotiating a gentle curve. If we bypassed it, we would split off into different directions. In that case, we would forever remain just friends.

Her eyes were those of someone who's just fallen in love, someone who sees nothing but her lover, someone who has no fear of anything. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push.

Once you've recognized your own limits, you've raised yourself to a higher level of being, since you're closer to the real you.