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I think we regular people may have forgotten a basic truth—we don’t really have the right to judge anyone else.

If you’re always worrying about what other people think, you’ll never get any tougher.

The world you live in is much bigger than that. If the place in which you find yourself is too painful, I say you should be free to seek another, less painful place of refuge. There is no shame in seeking a safe place. I want you to believe that somewhere in this wide world there is a place for you, a safe haven.

You can't blame your crimes on someone else; they're your own responsibility.

Our values are determined by the environment we grow up in; and we learn to judge other people based on a standard that’s set for us by the first person we come in contact with—which in most cases is our mother.

On the other hand, it’s easy to join in condemning someone once someone else has gotten the ball rolling. You don’t even have to put yourself out there; all you have to do is say, “Me, too!

But doing something good or remarkable isn't easy. It's much easier to condemn people who do the wrong thing than it is to do the right thing yourself.

happiness is as fragile and fleeting as a bubble of soap.

It's amazing how much the human brain is able to remember, how much you hold onto in life, but when you write something down, you can forget about it—you no longer have to hold it inside. Remember the good things; write the bad ones down in here and forget about them.

A cornered rat will bite the cat,

That's all I really wanted," he said. "Just somebody to notice me.

Human beings have a fundamental need for physical and emotional space, and the desire to extinguish another life can arise when the boundaries of that space are violated.

Weak people find even weaker people to be their victims. And the victimized often feel that they have only two choices: put up with the pain or end their suffering in death. But they're wrong. The world you lives in is much bigger than that. If the place in which you find yourself is too painful, I say you should be free to seek another, less painful place of refuge. There is no shame in seeking a safe place. I want you to believe that somewhere in this wide world there is a place for you, a safe haven.

I wanted to climb out of the swamp and run away somewhere. Somewhere where nobody knows me. Somewhere where I could start all over from the beginning.

I think we regular people may have forgotten a basic truth―we don't really have the right to judge anyone else.

But doing something good or remarkable isn’t easy. It’s much easier to condemn people who do the wrong thing than it is to do the right thing yourself.

Extraordinary people have the right to violate conventional morals in order to bring something new into the world.

Dysfunctional love, dysfunctional discipline, dysfunctional education, dysfunctional human relations. At first, everybody wonders how something like that could happen to such a nice family; but when you poke around a bit the dysfunction comes out, and then you see that it was bound to happen, that it was only a matter of time.

In the end, it was the very fact of my existence that she couldn’t stand.

Lots of people fritter away their lives complaining that they were never able to find their true calling. But the truth is that most of us probably don’t even have one. So what’s wrong, then, with deciding on the thing that’s right in front of you and doing it wholeheartedly? That’s what I did, and I have no regrets.

Whenever you’re worried or sad about something, I want you to know you can talk to me. But when you can’t or don’t want to, you should try writing in here. Just imagine you’re talking to the person you trust most in the whole world. It’s amazing how much the human brain is able to remember, how much you hold onto in life, but when you write something down, you can forget about it—you no longer have to hold it inside. Remember the good things; write the bad ones down in here and forget about them.

when you tell a young person something with all the authority of a teacher, you actually risk amplifying the trouble.

It was a shock to realize I was the reason she had to refuse. I was holding her back. It wasn’t just that I was a worthless kid; I was actually denying worth to the person I loved most.

You also get the benefit of feeling that you’re doing good by picking on someone evil—it can even be a kind of stress release. Once you’ve done it, though, you may find that you want that feeling again—that you need someone else to accuse just to get the rush back.

I suppose everybody wants to be recognized for what they’ve done; everybody wants to be praised. But doing something good or remarkable isn’t easy. It’s much easier to condemn people who do the wrong thing than it is to do the right thing yourself. But even then, it takes a certain amount of courage to be the first one to come out and blame someone else. What if no one else joins you? No one else stands up to condemn the wrongdoer? On the other hand, it’s easy to join in condemning someone once someone else has gotten the ball rolling. You don’t even have to put yourself out there; all you have to do is say, “Me, too!

It’s much easier to condemn people who do the wrong thing than it is to do the right thing yourself.

Funny, I think I’ve finally had my fill of revenge now. And with luck, I’ve at last started you out on the road to your own recovery.

No form of revenge could have made me hate you any less. If I had cut the two of you to shreds with a knife, I think I would have hated the little pieces of you just the same. I realized that revenge was never going to wash away what had happened, never going to make me stop hating you with every ounce of my being.

I had a vague feeling that someone was still holding my arms behind my back, and the sound of laughter rang in my ears. I couldn’t stop shaking. I wanted the night to last forever, or for a nuclear missile to come and annihilate everything―and I couldn’t even sleep because the whole horrible scene came back to me the minute I closed my eyes.

I’ve realized that you have to have a trial, no matter how terrible the crime is. Not for the criminal but for the average people, to make sure they understand what's happened.

Kalau begitu, bukankah lebih baik kita mengerahkan seluruh tenaga dan berusaha untuk mengerjakan apa yang sudah ada di depan mata? - Moriguchi Yuko, Confessions

That’s when it hit me: That was me. Water down the last dregs of happiness and turn them into bubbles to fill the void. It may be nothing more than an illusion, but it was still better than the emptiness.

But in a country like Japan, where religion doesn’t count for much, I suspect most people have been taught to value life above all else. And yet those same people also support the death penalty in the case of particularly brutal crimes—without seeing the inconsistency in their own position.

I do not want to be a saint. I am not being noble by keeping the identity of A and B a secret. I haven’t told the police because I simply don’t trust the law to punish them. A fully intended to kill Manami but didn’t actually cause her death; while B had no desire to kill her but brought about her death.

It was a shock to realize I was the reason she had to refuse. I was holding her back. It wasn’t just that I was a worthless kid; I was actually

I know they’re a little dog-eared,

But even then, it takes a certain amount of courage to be the first one to come out and blame someone else. What if no one else joins you? No one else stands up to condemn the wrongdoer? On the other hand, it’s easy to join in condemning someone once someone else has gotten the ball rolling. You don’t even have to put yourself out there; all you have to do is say, “Me, too!” It doesn’t end there: You also get the benefit of feeling that you’re doing good by picking on someone evil—it can even be a kind of stress release. Once you’ve done it, though, you may find that you want that feeling again—that you need someone else to accuse just to get the rush back. You may have started with real bad guys, but the second time around you may have to look further down the food chain, be more and more creative in your charges and accusations.

That night, Naoki killed his mother.

Engraçado... acho que finalmente consegui me vingar. E com alguma sorte, também apresentei o caminho de sua própria redenção.

It’s amazing how much the human brain is able to remember, how much you hold onto in life, but when you write something down, you can forget about it—you no longer have to hold it inside. Remember the good things; write the bad ones down in here and forget about them.

looks as though you all finished your milk, but did any of you notice an odd flavor? Perhaps a bit like iron? You see, I added some blood to the cartons that went to A and B this morning. Not my blood. The blood of the most noble man I know—Manami’s father, Saint Sakuranomi.

Bukankah hanya akan menjadi kepuasan diri sendiri jika seorang guru memaksakan pandangan hidupnya kepada anak-anak? Pada akhirnya, guru itu hanya akan menganggap dirinya lebih hebat daripada anak-anak. - Moriguchi Yuko, Confessions

Semakin dia (seorang penjahat) mendapatkan perlakuan yang khusus, dan semakin kasusnya dibesar-besarkan, bukankah akan semakin membuat pemuda dan gadis penjahat itu bangga? Kalau jadi begitu, bukankah anak-anak bodoh yang kagum pada hal tersebut juga akan bertambah? - Moriguchi Yuko, Confessions

Masyarakat yang bodoh itu, menurut saya, akan melupakah apa yang terpenting; mereka akan lupa bahwa mereka sebenarnya tidak punya hak untuk mengadili. - Mizuki, Confessions

The people who are hurt most should have the right to judge the ones who hurt them…

It’s what happens next that really matters. Some children, convinced that they’ve reached the full extent of their abilities, stop trying and allow themselves to follow a downward curve to mediocrity. Others calmly continue to make the effort regardless of result, and manage to maintain themselves at that level. But still others dig in and overcome the obstacle and eventually manage to move up to the next level.

I even began to think that things might - and I emphasise might - have turned out differently had I been more supportive when you brought me your purse. I almost felt sorry for what I had said. Almost. Fortunately I came to my senses and realised that was all a lot of nonsense.

Funny - I think I’ve finally had my fill of revenge now. And with luck, I’ve at last started you out on the road to your own recovery.

I think we regular people may have forgotten a basic truth: we don’t really have the right to judge anyone else.

Weak people find even weaker people to be their victims. And the victimised often feel that they have only two choices: put up with the pain or end their suffering in death. But they’re wrong. The world you live in is much bugger than that. If the place in which you find yourself is too painful, I say you should be free to seek another, less painful place of refuge. There is no shame in seeking a safe place. I want to believe that somewhere in this wide world there is a place for you, a safe heaven.

Shuya? It’s Momma… is that what you were expecting? I’m sorry to disappoint you, but it isn’t Momma. This is Moriguchi. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

I almost felt sorry for what I had said. Almost. Fortunately I came to my senses and realised that was all a lot of nonsense.

no matter what the subject, I could read the textbook through once to see what they were trying to teach us and then master the material in almost no time.

understand why murder is considered a crime. But I don’t necessarily understand why it’s evil per se. Human beings are just one among an infinite number of entities, living or otherwise, that exist on the earth. If obtaining some sort of benefit for one being necessitates the elimination of another, then so be it.

The notion that you wanted my attention and praise is just the delusion of a spoiled child. What you wanted was the chance to show off. You ignored the opportunity to make something worthwhile and chose instead to create a useless toy to impress people. Who would find that praiseworthy? You should have been content to play with the purse yourself.

I think we regular people may have forgotten a basic truth - we don’t really have the right to judge anyone else.

Our values are determined by the environment we grow up in; and we learn to judge other people based on a standard that’s set for us by the first person we come in contact with - which in most cases is our mother

Idiots like them believe that the world is limited to what they can see with their own eyes. They never try to figure out the inner workings of things. That’s why they’re idiots - and why they’re so completely boring.

From Momma?” she said, and I could see that she had the smile of someone who had been well loved—the smile I had lost forever.

Miss Naitō and Miss Matsukawa, you often played with her while she was there, didn’t you? I’m truly grateful to you for that. She loved those afternoons. She told me that you girls said she looked like her favorite cartoon character, Snuggly Bunny. She couldn’t have been more delighted. Please don’t cry, girls. Those are happy memories.

Tu crimen es culpa tuya, de nadie más

I think we regular people may have forgotten a basic truth—we don’t really have the right to judge anyone else.    After

Human beings have a fundamental need for physical and emotional space, and the desire to extinguish another life can arise when the boundaries of that space are violated. But

It’s amazing how much the human brain is able to remember, how much you hold onto in life, but when you write something down, you can forget about it—you no longer have to hold it inside.

As I’m thinking about this, I remember something I heard once. Weak people find even weaker people to be their victims. And the victimized often feel that they have only two choices: put up with the pain or end their suffering in death. But they’re wrong. The world you live in is much bigger than that. If the place in which you find yourself is too painful, I say you should be free to seek another, less painful place of refuge. There is no shame in seeking a safe place. I want you to believe that somewhere in this wide world there is a place for you, a safe haven.

She held my hand in hers: the hand that could do such amazing work with a screwdriver, or make delicious hamburgers, or slap my face ruthlessly—and then pet me just as gently. I had never known until that moment how much could be communicated through the hands.

Once society accepts these names and positions, there’s very little we can do about it—but I still can’t understand parents who are comfortable calling their own child a hikikomori or a NEET. How can they hold their heads up in public? There’s only one explanation: They’re determined to blame the child’s condition on the school or on society, on anything and everything except the situation in their own home. But they’re fooling themselves. The school or society may have something to do with the problem, but a child’s personality first and foremost is molded in the home, and you’ve got to assume the root cause is there, too, on some level.

ผู้ที่มีจิตใจอ่อนแอมักจะรังแกคนที่อ่อนแอกว่าตัวเอง

Weak people find even weaker people to be their victims. And the victimized often feel that they have only two choices: put up with the pain or end their suffering in death. But they’re wrong. The world you live in is much bigger than that. If the place in which you find yourself is too painful, I say you should be free to seek another, less painful place of refuge. There is no shame in seeking a safe place. I want you to believe that somewhere in this wide world there is a place for you, a safe haven.

Because Manami’s death wasn’t an accident. She was murdered by some of the students in this very class.

You see, I added some blood to the cartons that went to A and B this morning. Not my blood. The blood of the most noble man I know—Manami’s father, Saint Sakuranomi. I can see from your reactions that most of you have figured it out. I’m not sure how quickly my little experiment will take effect, but I would like to urge A and B to have their blood tested in a few months. The incubation period for the HIV virus is usually between five and ten years,

Then he thought of a plan. He could make it look as though she’d fallen into the pool. He picked up Manami’s body and threw it into the cold, dark water. Then he ran away as fast as his legs could carry him.

That’s got to be it. The whole thing was made up by that pathetic woman. Which means that Watanabe is a victim, too. It’s all Moriguchi’s fault.

No,” he said. “You’re wrong.” A smile spread over his face. “She opened her eyes while I was standing there holding her. And then I dropped her in and let her drown.

The bomb went off in Laboratory Three in the Electrical Engineering Department at K University. Your bomb, detonated by your own hand. Funny—I think I’ve finally had my fill of revenge now. And with luck, I’ve at last started you out on the road to your own recovery.