Collection of words

I compiled a list of things I dislike, things I don't like to do, and things I don't want others to do.

Still, it was sad to see what used to be so fundamental to our lives fade away, and disappear.

At a time like this it would be nice if I could drink more.

He wished he could be with her longer, spend more time with her, have a good, leisurely talk. But she had her own life, most of which occurred offstage, in a place he didn't yet know about, doing things that had nothing to do with him.

He placed this doubt inside a drawer in his mind labeled "Pending" and postponed any further consideration. He had many such drawers inside him, with numerous doubts and questions tucked away.

I think you're a good person, and I really like you. Not just as a friend. But I think you have - some kind of unresolved emotional issues.

Maybe inside the wound, under the scab, the blood is still silently flowing. Haven't you ever thought about that?

No matter how quiet and conformist a person's life seems, there's always a time in the past when they reached an impasse. A time when they went a little crazy. I guess people need that sort of stage in their lives.

Would you ask me out again? As long as you don't mind, I mean.

He was himself then, but at the same time, he was not. He was Tsukuru Tazaki, and not Tsukuru Tazaki.

You can hide memories, but you can't erase the history that produced them. If nothing else, you need to remember that. You can't erase history, or change it. It would be like destroying yourself.

Well, I feel more often how dull and insignificant I am for other people.

I think I was afraid of pursuing it, of whatever facts might come to light. Of actually coming face-to-face with them. Whatever the truth was, I didn't think it would save me.

Having set, specific goals make life easier.

Everything about him was middling, pallid, lacking in color.