Mizuki Quotes

In another world, we were already friends.

You're battling every single day, aren't you?

Yes. We will live the rest of our lives in hell. It's not so bad: as long as you're prepared for it, you can live anywhere.

If you try hard, you will always see results, and it will never be wasted no matter what you end up doing in life.

The angel destroyed me! He seduced me with a pure voice, spoke kind words, and stroked my hair to lower my guard, to make me trust him, to trick me! He sullied my body, my voice, my heart; remade me as a terrifying monster; turned me into his companion! The angel was a disfigured phantom wearing a mask!

When you close the book, does the story end? No! That's such a bland way to read. Every story goes on forever in our imaginations, and its characters live on.

All things pass...Perhaps the passage of time is a kind of healing, or a kind of salvation granted equally to all people.

So I am no longer alone. I’ve been hoping something like this will happen for such a long time. Though I know it never will.

When you're alone and you feel sad, try reading a book. Try touching someone's heart. Try to imagine what they were thinking, what they wanted to convey. If you do that, you might get something amazing.

Everybody in the world wants to be understood and to have others appreciate them. Being different is scary. Solitude is pain and loneliness.

We’ll fight this,’ her mother said, her voice trembling. ‘It might be a long battle, but let’s fight it. Let’s do it, Kokoro.

There’s a different flavor to children’s literature you read after you grow up than there was reading it as a child. Things that were sweet as a child become bitter once you grow up.

How did we keep getting so lost in a midnight world? Why did we continue lamenting as we wounded our hearts and were cut apart?

All we’ll have left are these memories. We won’t be able to help each other.

People from different cultures have different definitions for beauty. Isn't that sad to judge others with our standards... rather than appreciate them?

The musty smell that hit your nostrils whenever you ventured into the far corner of a tiny bookstore, the place where few people ever went. A smell she loved.

Since the day I first met you, you've given me so many precious things. If I hadn't met you, I would never have become the person I am today.

...there are a lot of things in this world you don't understand. Discovering those things is one of life's joys.

When someone is force to realize that the road he'd been working hard to make progress on was no different from the place he'd started, and when he realized that he had in fact gone backward, all that person can do is face the pale sky and lament.

A hypothetical reality seemed preferable to present reality, and the more she fantasized about how great it would if certain things could come true, the more reality that world seemed to take on.

Houses just like the one she lived in; tall condos, apartment buildings that looked, from where she stood, like matchboxes. In the distance, she could catch the lights flickering in the supermarket. They are all out there somewhere.

She understood the fear. Not knowing what the future would be for her, not knowing how long she’d be like this. Seeing people who were moving on was enough to make her feel an excruciating pain in her chest.

I'm a book girl--I love all the stories the world has to offer. No matter the book, I will taste it and drink it down.

Even though my angel has forgiven me and rescued me, who on earth will save him, who cannot be allowed into the light of the sun, who has lost his name, who can only hide himself in the world of darkness?

I don't care whether you're a guy or a girl. I'll always like you.

Humans are stars in their own right, Mizuki. Every one of them.

I couldn't save Kataoka. "If I loved him, I had to grant him his last wish. "So I told him what he wanted to hear. "I said, 'No, you're no longer human.'" I hadn't been able to say anything. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I couldn't understand a word of what Miu was telling me. "Kataoka smiled kindly. "Like he was thanking me. "Then he jumped off the roof. "Osamu Dazai and I killed him.

We should have had a real heart-to-heart, she thought. We shouldn’t have parted like that, after arguing.

If somebody manipulated your thoughts and feelings, would you still be the same person as before?

What made her happiest, and most relieved, was if they all left her alone.

I feel the most sorry for the ones who starved to death. I'll never get over that feeling. People today say 'I'm starving' when they are hungry - but they don't understand what that really means.

So then do you think it's true that he killed someone? And what about the part where he wishes he could die?" "If it IS true that he killed someone, that's bad." In any case, "it seems like something is bothering Shuji" was now a contender for the Understatement of the Century.

I'm not a detective from Baker Street or an old lady who solves crimes while she's knitting in an easy chair. I'm just a book girl. So I can't make a deduction, only take a flight of fancy--er, forget I said that. I meant, I can only take a guess.

The reason I'm keeping her secret for her, pretending that I don't know she's a girl is because I don't want to lose her. And that's exactly why I can't let her know that I know.

It's necessary to learn from the past, to not repeat the same mistakes. And to never forget it was real! This actually happened to us!

I said, Saturday is the first day of my National Center Test." "That's tomorrow, though!" My eyes bugged out. "Yes, ever since antiquity, the day after Friday has been Saturday.

Her mother always said this. That no matter how disgusted you might be with a friend, you should never speak ill of them.

Is there anything I can do for you... besides die?

I don't like ordinary girls. But a girl who would kill a guy to make him hers and then kiss his still-warm lips... a girl like Oscar Wilde's Salome They drive me crazy. Like Kiyohime turning into a snake to chase her man or the grocery girl Oshichi who set fire to a building just to see hers one more time. I want to be loved like that be obsessed over be hated.

I eat stories instead of bread or rice. I usually eat books, but I love handwriting best. Love stories are sugary, so I like those even better. So you better write me a suuuuper yummy story.

We live on...with sadness carved into our hearts. That's what makes us beautiful.

You're such a book girl.

What I got in exchange for my false prosperity was only a fearful destruction, a cold mask, and a pitch-dark castle like a mausoleum that the Phantom made.

So why did you say we should break up, Kazushi? Because I stabbed Igarashi?

My chronic hiccups suddenly came back so I had to go the hospital." "I never heard of you having this condition before

Noooo They can't burn up Books aren't any good when they're well done You can't cook them that long

The strongest human emotion is hatred, that hatred would last much longer than love, that hatred could continue because of love, and that love could continue because of hatred.

It's a gift to live in the world at the same time as the person you have in your heart.

Christine wouldn't choose him. But the reader won't forget him. They won't forget the Phantom's lamentations, his life, his love. They love the disfigured Phantom who casts off his mask.

Pretty outrageous thing for a monkey to say,' Sakurada said, shaking his head. 'Chief, I can't stand it anymore. Let's beat the crap out of him!' ¶ 'Hold on,' Mizuki said. 'What this monkey's saying is true. I've known it for a long time, but I've always tried to avoid it. I always closed my eyes to it, shut my ears. This monkey's telling the truth, so please forgive him. Just take him to the mountains and let him go.

Only with kids who had gone through similar experiences could she really open up about what had happened, and how it made her feel. And now she’d gone and closed the door on that opportunity, and it was painful.

Because she sometimes had a dream. A dream of a transfer student arriving. And among all her many classmates he noticed her, and a smile as dazzling as the sun spread over his face. He said, ‘Good morning.’ And he smiled.

Let them be spattered in humiliation, be spattered in corruption; let them hear the dirge that spills from my lips, once those of a human being but no longer. The angel who deceived me, the men who treated me like an animal. you've all made me into a Phantom.

They're going to burn this complete collection of MacDonald's children's book There's a new translation out in paperback but I've always dreamed of eating the entire twelve-volume set in hardcover I refuse to watch something so delicious get turned to charcoal right in front of me

Hee-hee-hee. I'm fine, reeeeally. Wanting to die is starting to be a habit for me. Don't worry about it, okay? Next week there's a sale I've been looking forward to, and I promised some friends that I'd go see a movie with them, and I haven't even used my half-price ticket for griddled monja cakes yet, so I can't die.

Most of his face had been hidden by long, greasy bangs, and he mumbled in a low voice that made him difficult to understand. From what little Kyosuke had been able to make out, Usami had killed one person, but he mostly spent his time at the podium reciting strange names that Kyousuke didn't recognize like Jeffrey Dahmer and Ed Gein... Maybe they're actors?

I've built many doorways and set out traps so that no one will be able to reach this place. That's what the angel said. This is a castle of darkness for the angel and I alone. Only within this yielding gloom can I lament the misfortune that has rained down all around me, only here am I permitted to scorn and pity the ugliness, the filthiness of how I smile and pretend at being pure in the light of day.

I'm afraid of being forgotten. It would be the same as dying.

We are all kids going to the same junior nigh.,

We are all kids going to the same junior high

Teach her a lesson.

I Miss You" I feel so very cold Looking for something to hold For I want to see you badly For I really miss you deeply (I made this {Sorry if its not a quote I kinda got carried away})

Showa...never forget the price that was paid for the world you live in now. Never forget the lessons of history. It's up to you. Don't make the same mistake again!!!

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

Everything happening outside my door was a dream. Only this side of the door was real, and the other side was nothing but lies.

I have a bad back, and it was just acting up.

Mizuki non riuscì a non pensarci: due persone, per quanto lontane nello spazio e nel tempo, possono riuscire a smettere di pensare l'uno all'altra?

美月 MIZUKI

I sometimes find myself dreaming. A new transfer student has started at our school, and everyone wants to be friends with them. The most cheerful, kind and athletic person in our class. And smart, too. Out of all my classmates this new student picks me out with a generous smile, as dazzling as the sun, and says, ‘Kokoro-chan, it’s been such a long time.’ The other students can’t believe it. ‘What?’ they say, looking at me meaningfully. ‘Do you two already know each other?’ In another world, we were already friends.

The embroidered name tag said Mizumori. I feel as if – I know his name, Kokoro thought. Her eyes widened. Because she sometimes had a dream. A dream of a transfer student arriving. And among all her many classmates he noticed her, and a smile as dazzling as the sun spread over his face. He said, ‘Good morning.’ And he smiled.

All change comes with struggles.

Thank you for loving me. Lies and all.

We exchanged glances, then turned on the faucet and watched it release a silver stream of water, glistening like the magical life-giving waterfalls of Japanese folk tales. We splashed water on to our faces. Our skin and hair dried in a flash under the sun's glare. 'I feel alive!' Misono cried, her shiny, freshly washed forehead aglow. We're water thieves, we giggled.

We exchanged glances, then turned on the faucet and watched it release a silver stream of water, glistening like the magical life-giving waterfalls of Japanese folk tales. We splashed water on to our faces. Our skin and hair dried in a flash under the sun's glare. 'I feel alive!' Misono cried, her shiny, freshly washed forehead aglow. We're water thieves, we giggled.