Quotes from Banana Yoshimoto

Nei momenti più insignificanti, mentre sono in cucina a preparare la cena, o quando guardo il tramonto, a volte divento terribilmente malinconica, proprio come se un grosso grumo di tristezza mi fosse tutt'a un tratto penetrato dentro.

Be sure to keep your tummy war, try to relax, both your heart and your body, try not to get flustered. Live like a flower.

May the memory of this moment, here, the glowing impression of the two of us facing each other in this warm, bright place, drinking lovely hot tea, help save him, even a little bit.

It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambience was what I'd miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I'm sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.

Without a prospect in sight, day after day went by, like losing one's mind bit by bit. I would repeat to myself, like a prayer: It's all right, it's all right, the day will come when you'll pull out of this.

For one thing, I was breathing more easily than I had been even yesterday. I was sick to death at the prospect of more suffocatingly lonely nights. The idea that they would be repeated, that was just how life was, made me shudder with horror. Still, having tasted for myself that moment when I suddenly could breathe easy again made my heart beat faster.

This is what it means to be loved Ã¢â'¬Â¦ when someone wants to touch you, to be tender

People tend to think they break up because they get tired of the person they've been with—that it's someone's decision, either yours or theirs. But this isn't really true. Periods in our lives end the way seasons change. That's all there is to it.

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.

Luôn luôn gi? ?m b?ng, th? l?ng con tim và cÆ¡ th? ?? máu ??ng b?c lên ??u. Hãy s?ng nhÆ° má»™t bông hoa con nhé. ?ó là quy?n l?i. Là vi?c nh?t ??nh con có th? làm khi hãy còn s?ng. Ch? c?n nhÆ° th? thôi.

Eriko raised me that way," he said, laughing. "If I didn't open the door for her, she'd get mad and refuse to get in the car." "Even though she was a man!" I said, laughing. "Right, right, even though she was a man.

See, the problem with you is that you aren't bothered enough by what you might call the dirt of life.

My fury was lofty, pure, cool.

We'd given up thinking about things as though we understood them, or even as though we could, and committed to living our days like a continuous length of thread we were each spinning.

I can't imagine a life without a story.

Me habían criado con amor, pero siempre me había sentido sola.

Mari had stopped responding to the outside world, she'd pulled the plug on the whole system, she was taking a break—I felt convinced of this. Because, as she saw things right now, life was nothing but pain.

Pensé desde el fondo de mi corazón: «Las personas no se dejan vencer por las circunstancias o por fuerzas que vienen de fuera, sino por las que nacen en el interior de sí mismos». Precisamente, ante mis ojos estaba a punto de acabar algo de lo que no deseaba su fin. Pero no podía impacientarme o entristecerme. Sólo había una oscuridad sombría.

I felt that I was the only person alive and moving in a world brought to a stop. Houses always feel like that after someone has died.

Time simply floated open and started to expand. Time held the two of us in light, inside a space so vast it might have reached the heavens, and turned eternal.

Every time we hugged, I met words that were not words.

Als junges Mädchen hatte ich meine eigene Theorie, was die Liebe betraf. Alles hing davon ab, ob ich bereit war, einem Menschen zu verzeihen, was er in seiner Phantasie mit mir anstellte. Auch die schmutzigsten Phantasien. Wenn nicht, blieb es bei einer normalen Freundschaft, egal, wie gut wir uns verstanden.

Non c'è posto al mondo che io ami più della cucina. Non importa dove si trova, com'è fatta: purchè sia una cucina, un posto dove si fa da mangiare, io sto bene. Se possibile le preferisco funzionali e vissute. Magari con tantissimi strofinacci asciutti e puliti e le piastrelle bianche che scintillano. Anche le cucine incredibilmente sporche mi piacciono da morire.

Il cuore di ognuno di noi stava cercando di accompagnare in modo tranquillo la vita di mia sorella che se ne andava. O meglio, si stava avvicinando a malincuore in quella direzione. Procedeva con sicurezza su quella strada, tranquillamente, come quando l'autunno avanza cedendo il passo all'inverno.