Humans are pitiful beings, walking forward their backs to the future gazing at the past. This is why they fail to notice the simplest pitfalls and stumble tragically and comically.
Too much curiosity kills both dreams and hopes...
The writing end when the writing ends... No... Accurately said, it is not written to an end. If you write a story to a certain point, can you say it is fully written? This has been paining me in all those long years as someone who writes. The journeys of humans make for such interesting stories, yet... But where does the journey start and where does it end... Even I do not know an answer to this...
So because you think you got the ending, you're giving up on viewing the whole play? Even though it could still lead to a climax that you weren't able to predict?
...Without love, it cannot be seen? ...Hah. That's backwards... Because of love, you end up seeing things that don't even exist.
Don't deny your dreams, ok? There is no point at all in taking a first step, if your eyes are closed and you don't gaze at the future.
'Slacking off' sounds bad. However, enjoying more of your day with the time you saved by doing your job in a clever way is definitely not a bad thing. Times like that are what makes a human's life rich. If you exaggerate, it could be called laziness, surely. However, people only become mature when they are able to balance work with enjoyment. In short, if all you care about is your job, you're not fully mature.
For the first time, I felt honoured at being allowed to compete in this game of truth and error, and witches as a human... And ironically, that taught me that the truth is not necessarily only one when I believed that only one truth existed. By just broadening my field of vision a little, I can see a truth that is completely different. And no matter which one of the truths, if you can only see one of them, they will not be the right answer... Ah, in my life until now, I wonder how many truths have I turned away from because I was blinded by some trivial truth...? This is... the truth... of the world...
People respect it when someone they are distant from is boring and harmless. However, they only like that person because he or she doesn't get in their way. No human would want to hang around a boring person.
The reader will be me. I have no love, maybe I'll end up interpreting some things in a weird way. However, the reader is free to decide how to read things and with which intonation.
Without love, people could exist without knowing truth and falsehood. By knowing it, they cry and grief and get lost. I was the same back then.
Real magic is the power to repair, to revive. To call back happiness which has disappeared, to call back love which has gotten cold. And it can call back a forgotten smile to a princess' face.
They often say that stupid thoughts are no better than sleeping.
All truth is meaningless. In the end, 'meaning' comes from the mind of each individual human. Even when there is a single truth, it can mean different things to different individuals. The truth has no meaning in itself!
There’s only one difference between heroes and mad men. It’s whether they win or lose.
No person can become a replacement for another. Not even the past version of themselves.
You can catch a mouse that's shut in a cage. However, catching a mouse in a field is like trying to catch a cloud.
Even if you have two of the exact same person, they could change enormously depending on their upbringing.
People live in order to be satisfied. And they hope to die while still satisfied. So, not knowing how to make yourself become satisfied is very tough.
I never like to work based on trust. It takes hard work to build up trust, but only an instant to lose it. There's no less profitable investment.