Quotes from Osamu Dazai

Las personas que temen a otros seres humanos desean ver espectros de apariencia todavía más horrible; las que son nerviosas y se asustan con facilidad, rezan para que la tormenta sea lo más violenta posible; y ciertos pintores, que han sufrido a causa de unos fantasmas llamados seres humanos, acaban creyendo en cosas fantásticas y viendo espectros en pleno día, en medio de la naturaleza.

I had been intimidated by the fear that if I declined something offered me, a yawning crevice would open between the other person's heart and myself which could never be mended through all eternity.

Irrationality. I found the thought faintly pleasurable. Or rather, I feel at ease with it. What frightened me was the logic of the world; in it lay the foretaste of something incalculably powerful. Its mechanism was incomprehensible, and I could not possibly remain closeted in that windowless, bone-chilling room. Though outside lay the sea of irrationality, it was far more agreeable to swim in its water until presently, I drowned.

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes.

Poverty and scholarship have always gone hand in hand, it seems, and one can't help but wonder why that might be.

I've been subjected to ridicule and derision every day of my life. In spite of which, did I not take courage and boldly present myself at that examination? Yes! Only to fail miserably... In a world like this, where the brazen, the shameless, the evil-hearted alone prosper, a weak and penniless scholar like myself is destined forever to be a failure and a laughingstock.

Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late. The thought occurred to me as I lay there. You wait and wait for happiness, and when finally you can't bear it any longer, you rush out of the house, only to hear later that a marvelous happiness arrived the following day at the home you had abandoned, and now it was too late. Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late. Happiness...

Ainda que de formas diferentes, nós dois éramos pessoas perdidas e absolutamente isoladas das atividades humanas. A diferença básica entre nós é que ele agia sem consciência de sua farsa e, sobretudo, sem perceber quanto havia de trágico em sua farsa.

Some people are great aristocrats who have no other title than the one that nature has bestowed on them, and others like us, who have nothing but titles, are closer to being pariahs than aristocrats.

Algumas pessoas têm um pavor tão mórbido dos demais seres humanos que acabam desejando ver com os próprios olhos aparições cada vez mais monstruosas. E quanto mais nervosas são, quanto mais apavoradas ficam, mais rezam para que as tempestades sejam violentas.

Pero la vida de los seres humanos es un infierno y lo cierto es que en este mundo hay poca ducha y muchas desgracias.

I know that I am liked by other people, but I seem to be deficient in the faculty to love others.

All I could do was look helplessly on. Those who suffer shall suffer. Those who fall shall fall. It had nothing to do with me, it was just the way the world was.

pero la desdicha tambien forma parte del destino.

No sentía ni entusiamo ni aversión por lo que hacía. Mi letargo era tal, que simplemente me dejaba llevar por lo que consideraban mejor para mí quienes me rodeaban.

Me pregunto cuál fué el punto de inflexión. ¿Qué fue lo que me decidió a seguir viviendo, lo que me otorgó esa fuerza necesaria para hacer algo que los demás dan por hecho?

É que os covardes temem até mesmo a felicidade. Machucam-se com algodão. Podem se ferir com a própria felicidade.

The next morning was peaceful and clear. The sea was calm. White smoke from the volcano on Oshima, just above the horizon, drifted up into the sky. Never mind. I hate describing scenery.

Un hombre que se enamora cada día más profundamente de sí mismo no escucha lo que los demás le dicen. Lo siguiente de lo que se da cuenta es que yace en un subterráneo, indigno de considerarse humano.

Destruction is tragic and piteous and beautiful. The dream of destroying, building anew, perfecting. Perhaps, even, once one has destroyed, the day of perfecting may never come, but in the passion of love, I must destroy.

In any case, a completely invincible hero just isn't good story material.

It seems that a physically weak man is of less value to society than even a lame horse.

Those who abandon the world manage to do so only because they happen to have a little money saved up, however, A penniless man, though he may have every intention of leaving the world behind, will find that the world comes chasing after him.

People who live pretty sweet lives don't tend to be of much use to others.