#sweetheart queue

There is nothing so bad as parting with one’s friends. One seems too forlorn without them.

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

Victims. Victims of a transitional period of morality. That is what we both certainly are.

When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumor that I was precocious. When I acted like an idler, rumor had it I was an idler. When I pretended I couldn't write a novel, people said I couldn't write. When I acted like a liar, they called me a liar. When I acted like a rich man, they started the rumor I was rich. When I feigned indifference, they classed me as the indifferent type. But when I inadvertently groaned because I was really in pain, they started the rumor that I was faking suffering. The world is out of joint.

Radiate boundless love towards the entire world.

Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value.