Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a writer. But not anymore. Now, I’m a housewife. Now, I realize full well that I’m not cut out to be a writer. I’m sure of it. I would exhaust all my ideas in a single work. I would end up writing about a woman whose life, both past and present, is just like mind. In Japanese context, that would make it an I-novel, I suppose. But the genre wouldn't matter. A novel featuring a woman just like me would appear on the bookstore shelves, and then someone would buy it. That reader would point to me and say: See, she’s written a novel about herself.

Even if I could write a book worthy of stirring people’s emotions, something that might bring them to tears, that wouldn’t change the fact that I’m still just an ordinary, mediocre person.

It’s OK to make mistakes. It’s OK to not win.

Sunja-ya, a woman’s life is endless work and suffering. There is suffering and then more suffering. It’s better to expect it, you know. You’re becoming a woman now, so you should be told this. For a woman, the man you marry will determine the quality of your life completely. A good man is a decent life, and a bad man is a cursed life—but no matter what, always expect suffering, and just keep working hard. No one will take care of a poor woman—just ourselves.

Strange how suffering can look beautiful if you are far enough away.

Everything passes.

Memories don't just pile up - they also change over time. And sometimes they fade of their own accord.

I learned something else that day: we all have our deserts. They may not be the same as my desert, but we all have to cross them to find a purpose in life and be free.

Beauty can be coaxed out of ugliness.

“Sometimes,” she said, squeezing my fingers and letting them go, “I think the real tragedy of life is that we’re always the people we were, and it’s only our outsides that change. And then one day we wake up to find we’re the only adults left in the room—but inside, we’re all just children pretending.”

I used nuclear weaponry against an element of the desert landscape, it was standing on my way, and i was hurriying to the meting with Your Majesty, to have explaiment about your strange actions

Everyone was revved up.
But I was miles away, lost in my own thoughts.

Those who cannot feel the littleness of great things in themselves are apt to overlook the greatness of little things in others.

Sometimes, we hear a song, and a quote from the song grabs onto us, even if it’s for a moment, and grants us a better understanding of how we relate to the world around us. However, songs are not the only vessels with this magical power. Books can also make the same powerful impact.

So, without further ado: here is a place to post some quotes from books you have read and would like to share. Be sure to cite the name(s) and author(s) of the book(s). ☺️

What a beautiful, wonderful thing color harmony is…

Let me tell you, that’s what makes us human—coming up with a million different ideas.

Love is purple because love has its own imagination.