The Setting Sun

"I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again."

Just because a person has a title doesn't make him an aristocrat. 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.

It turns my stomach. When I see some people having a good time, I think what I’m missing if I don’t do the same, and I really throw myself into it.

I felt as if now I were experiencing what extreme misery is involved in being alive

love him, I long for him. I really love him, yes, I really want him. I love him so much I can’t help it. I want him so much I can’t help it. Yes.

Mother said gently, “You must be worn out from the strain every day. Please hire a nurse for me.” I realized that she was more worried about my health than her own, and this made me feel all the more miserable.

What in the world have I been doing all this time? I have never felt myself drawn toward revolution, and I have not even known love

As I listened to Naoji’s words, it became increasingly evident that not a particle of my odor had seeped into the atmosphere around the man I loved.

I was assailed by a sensation of desolation more intense than anything I had previously known, as if I had been abandoned at dusk in an autumnal wasteland where no answering sound would ever come, however often I called. Is that, I wonder, what is meant by the pat phrase “disappointed love”?

Thus every day, from morning to night, I wait in despair for something.