Sakura Quotes

Even the sweetest girl needs a hard center, or she's not gonna make it out there!!" - Sakura

Sakura: Never figured you for the artistic type. Sai: Looks can be decieving.

Everybody gets hurt. Sometimes a big hurt, sometimes a little hurt. But the person who's suffered a lot isn't especially strong. And the person who's been hurt a little isn't especially weak. What's important is being able to get over it.

There's nothing happy about love at all!! I would rather have not known real love... if it hurts this much.

Pohon sakura berbunga satu tahun sekali. Calon bunganya mulai terlihat sejak pertengahan Januari, tapi baru akan mekar pada awal April. Sakura yang telah berkembang bertahan selama satu sampai dua minggu, lalu gugur dan kelopak-kelopaknya terbawa angin. Keindahan sakura hanya sebentar, tapi karena itu dia berharga. Sakura adalah ciri kehidupan yang tidak abadi

Because I wished for everyone to live, I did everything I could.

Keindahan Sakura hanya sebentar, tapi karena itu dia berharga. Sakura adalah ciri kehidupan yang tidak abadi.

There is something you can do. You can smile. Sakura-chan, your smile is like food to a starving man for Syaoran-kun.

Sakura...Thank you.

I'm... I'm so in love with you that I can't even stand it! Sasuke! Stay with me, and I'll never let you regret it! We'll have fun every day, and... And you'll be happy! I'll make sure of it! I'll do anything for you, Sasuke! Just, please... Please, please don't go! I'll even help you take revenge! I mean, I'll manage it somehow, so... So please... Stay with me.

Spending time with the ones who are dear to you is like being in a dream, is it not?

At that moment, I was sure ... he would cry. It seems that Sakura-chan is the most important person in the world to Syaoran-kun. So when she said, "who are you?" I felt certain he would cry. I wonder if he's crying now.

I am not... your Sakura

A smile is the best way to get oneself out of a tight spot, even if it is a fake one. Surprisingly enough, everyone takes it at face value. I read that in a book." "If you keep staring at me, I'll hit you." "I only became part of your team recently when I replaced Sasuke, so I don't know everything that's going on. I don't really understand people either. But even I can tell that Naruto really loves you. Naruto's been shouldering that promise for a long time...I think he means to shoulder it for the rest of his life. I don't know what you said to him, but it's just like what's been done to me - it feels like a curse. Sasuke causes Naruto pain, but I think you do too." "Sasuke is only helping spread his darkness across the world. Letting him live will only sow the seeds of another war. He's just another criminal now. Sasuke lost all hope of coming back when his group, Akatsuki, attacked our village. Your fellow Konoha shinobi would never accept him now. Sakura's not stupid, either. She understands the position he's put us all in. That's why she came out here, to tell you herself.

Things can always get worse, but only quitters quit!

On my fourteenth birthday when the sakura was in full bloom, the men came to kill us.

Due to their short bloom time, Sakura blossoms are a metaphor for life itself: beautiful yet fleeting. You’ll realize when you’re as old as me to hang on to the good times because they won’t last forever.

One day, someone who'll understand your good points and bad points, but who'll love you just the same, will appear in your life. Mark my words!

Aku boleh saja menangis, tapi bukan berarti aku cengeng atau lemah. Ini hanya salah satu bentuk perasaan hati. Setelah menangis, kita harus lebih berani lagi menghadapi sesuatu.

The water-dragon’s name was Lady Kiyomizu, although much to Junichiro’s horror she breezily told Laurence to call her Kiyo, and not to stand on formality. “You have no manners anyway,” she said, “and there is no sense your trying to put out sakura blossoms, when you are a bamboo.

Fai: But... Don't you think they've changed? At the start of our travels, Syaoran-kun never smiled at all. Like he was suffering. And maybe it was because Sakura lost all of her memories but she always seemed so unsure of herself. And Kuro-run, you were always angry. And now you're exactly the same. Kurogane: Huh? Fai: But... During our travels, there are a lot of painful spots, but there are also fun times. And when I see those two giving it their all and smiling... I can't help but think they've changed. Kurogane: If you think that, then you've changed too.

Semua rintangan pasti dapat diselesaikan! Berdoa kepada Tuhan, percaya pada diri sendiri, kalahkan, singkirkan, hancurkan, dan remukkan rintangan itu..., dan yang terakhir, tersenyumlah menuju kemenangan!

Cinta itu perasaan, bukan logika.

Kazuhiko could have taken his gun and aimed it at the person behind them. But Sakura wouldn't want that. What she wanted was to leave this world quietly before they got sucked into this horrible massacre. Nothing was more important to him than her. There was no room for compromise. If this were what her trembling soul wanted, then he would follow her. Had he been more eloquent he might have described his feelings as something like, "I'm going to die for her honor." Their two bodies danced in the air beyond the cliff, their hands still clasped together, the black sea under them.

Why do I keep thinking of her alluva sudden?! Especially when the only time my face gets red and my heart starts puonding...is when I see him! -Syaoran Li

Yang namanya menyukai itu nggak perlu dibuktikan oleh pujian yang keluar dari mulut, cukup melihat senyum mereka saja, kita pasti tahu kalau kita disukai. Ya, kan?

Ada kalanya, apa yang kita lihat dari lensa bisa lebih jujur daripada kita melihatnya dengan mata telanjang.

There will always be people who will accept you for what you are!

Ive told you before and my feelings haven't changed. I love you Sakura. Even if I cant match up to Natsume, my feelings would not lose to his. Even if we part ways and you forget about me, I will always think of you. Even if I grow old and leave this academy, I will definitely come see you. I'm here for you, until the day you look my way, I will always... I will always wait for you, together with Natsume. And this time around, I wont let Natsume steal you away again. Next time we meet, I will be more straight forward with my feelings, so that this time around, it wont be Natsume, but me you will choose, and me you will love. I wont lose, definitely." - Ruka

Help can come from unexpected corners.

If you kill Syaoran-kun, it will all be over! You and I will be over too!

I'm NOT used to it! But...I'm not as scared as I was before. Getting rejected is painful, but there are also people who accept me. We aren't alone, you know. And that's why we have nothing to be afraid of.

Kalau begitu, kau tidak boleh menyerah. Jangan berhenti mengejar impianmu atau kau akan menyesal, Rayyi..... Kita tidak hidup selamanya, Rayyi. Karena itu, jangan buang-buang waktu untuk sesuatu yang tidak kita inginkan.

Sakura menekan tombol teleponnya, menelepon orang yang sempat melintas dalam hidupnya itu. Meninggalkan jejak, meninggalkan bekas, tapi tidak pernah muncul kembali. Apakah ia hanya melintas, lalu pergi?

Just run away from your problems if you want cause sometimes we need a time to think and cool down a bit before making a decision.

A person's memories and their actual experiences are surprisingly different. Sometimes the gap between them causes pain. But the memories that make the biggest impression are always changing. So it's okay.

If there's a 'land of the blindfolded', will there be someone who understands what it's like to be able to 'see'?

When you touch someone that you love, the whole world changes.

I'd just like you to be your usual cheerful self...smile, and stay by my side.

Maybe it depends on the person, but if you don't get your feet wet, you'll never know.

When the delicious perfume of the sakura quickens the morning air, as the sun in its course rises to illumine first the isles of the Far East, few sensations are more serenely exhilarating than to inhale, as it were, the very breath of beauteous day.

What i'm saying is that the sun always rises. Fortune's a mix of good and bad luck. Like they say/ good luck and bad luck are strands of the same rope.

But, I don't belong to anyone...but myself.

If you stretch your arm out...will you reach something? Is this what trust is? This feeling? This feeling of comfort?

The park admits the wind, the petals lift and scatter like versions of myself I was on the verge of becoming; and ten years on and ten blocks down I still can’t tell whether this dispersal resembles a fist unclenching or waving goodbye.

Mom. Mom, I... All I ever wanted was for you to smile at me. If you praised me just a little bit or touched my cheek...you'd make me so happy, I would cry.

I love you but I cant love you.

Yap. Forever. Kata yang statis dan monoton. Anehnya, aku ingin merasakan ke-statisan dan ke-monotonan ini selama-lamanya.

Sakura is visible proof of how the most beautiful things in life are fleeting and can't be postponed.

Ada banyak hal yang kita ketahui keberadaannya tetapi tidak dapat kita jangkau. Seperti pelangi setelah hujan, konser-konser di negeri sakura, pemilihan presidan Amerika Serikat, dan Kamu.

Like any great and good country, Japan has a culture of gathering- weddings, holidays, seasonal celebrations- with food at the core. In the fall, harvest celebrations mark the changing of the guard with roasted chestnuts, sweet potatoes, and skewers of grilled gingko nuts. As the cherry blossoms bloom, festive picnics called hanami usher in the spring with elaborate spreads of miso salmon, mountain vegetables, colorful bento, and fresh mochi turned pink with sakura petals.

The future is built by people's hopes, boy! That's why I can see it so clearly! Anyway, make a wish! Open your mouth, say the words...and who knows? It may come true! What do you wish for, boy?

Because being able to touch is an even more joyful thing!

People's hearts can't be seen by the naked eye. But it doesn't matter, because you are not alone!

I wish I could see a cherry blossom or a lotus flower. Where could they be?

Not feeling bad for others means having no regrets.

Humans are mysterious creatures. There comes a time when we can clearly understand even things that we can't see. It's the same with anything. If you try your best, you can understand what it's like to "try your best". If you don't try your best, you understand what it's like to "not try your best".

But, y'know, today I got a lot of help myself. There're tons of things we can't do ourselves, right? And that's why we're helped out. If someone, or something, can lend you a helping hand, great, I say! After all, we're all in this together!

It's a great thing, to cherish your loved ones and to treasure everything around you.

Now, can't you lean on me for once?

And who the devil are you to decide?!

I want to see the smiling face of someone I love...

It's okay. You don't have to feel hurt anymore.

We're not God. All we can do is our best. But when I look at you... I get the feeling that the limit of "your best" is up to you.

Even when bad stuff goes down, the person who is just about buried under an avalanche of sad memories is made of stern stuff. And so, keeps standing.

Either you take a path, RIGHT or LEFT, and if it was a mistake, turn back and take the other path, because your are the one who can change it.

I'll make you fall for me! By having you like me, I'll turnover that trauma for you" -Takaya

Mungkin ini aneh, tapi kurasa selain bunga sakura, ada sesuatu yang tumbuh di hatiku sejak pertama kali kita bertemu.

... there is no sense your trying to put out sakura blossoms, when you are a bamboo.

Name0560 櫻 SAKURA

Today, i learned something. "Good luck and bad luck are strands of the same rope." This expression has deep meaning -turtle Basically, it means that good things and bad things are often interwined, like strands of a rope. You can have one without the other. So even if something bad happens, it's nothing to get worried about. Because life will provide the balance. -Ootake

You can't see the forest for the trees, Kanade. You say you don't do anything for him... So then tell me why Arou always gets that grin on his face when you're around? Forget about what those girls say...and trust in Arou's smile.

How old are you, Samura?” She pursed her thin lips and glared at me. “It’s Sakura. I’m nine.” “Well, if you want to see ten, I suggest you stop fucking around and stay in here.” Tears began to roll. “I hate you.” “I’m not over-fond of me either, but what can you do, eh?

The Yamato spirit is not a tame, tender plant, but a wild--in the sense of natural--growth; it is indigenous to the soil; its accidental qualities it may share with the flowers of other lands, but in its essence it remains the original, spontaneous outgrowth of our clime. But its nativity is not its sole claim to our affection. The refinement and grace of its beauty appeal to our æsthetic sense as no other flower can. We cannot share the admiration of the Europeans for their roses, which lack the simplicity of our flower. Then, too, the thorns that are hidden beneath the sweetness of the rose, the tenacity with which she clings to life, as though loth or afraid to die rather than drop untimely, preferring to rot on her stem; her showy colours and heavy odours--all these are traits so unlike our flower, which carries no dagger or poison under its beauty, which is ever ready to depart life at the call of nature, whose colours are never gorgeous, and whose light fragrance never palls. Beauty of colour and of form is limited in its showing; it is a fixed quality of existence, whereas fragrance is volatile, ethereal as the breathing of life. So in all religious ceremonies frankincense and myrrh play a prominent part. There is something spirituelle in redolence. When the delicious perfume of the sakura quickens the morning air, as the sun in its course rises to illumine first the isles of the Far East, few sensations are more serenely exhilarating than to inhale, as it were, the very breath of beauteous day.

He's changed. I don't know what caused it...but what the heck? He's laughin' anyway, like a regular kid.

What's that look for? It's not like I did it for you. It's just, I couldn't shake off that warm hand, is all. That's why this is stupid. This...feeling that I have.

There's nothing wrong with seeing. If you see a "bad future", just change it, is all. Things'll turn out okay, as long as you don't give up!

You cannot open the padlock if you does not have the key.

Mungkin begitulah kalau kita berada dalam frekuensi yang sama--duka atau suka. Bahasa universal adalah tangis dan tawa.

There is no history without historians." The buzz ended. "Nothing happened unless some historian said it happened.

Sasuke

How about Sarah?

How mutable the flower of the human heart, a fluttering blossom gone before the breeze’s touch – so we recall the bygone years when the heart of another was our close companion, each dear word that stirred us then still unforgotten; and yet, it is the way of things that the beloved should move into worlds beyond our own, a parting far sadder than from the dead.

He was smiling and listening. So even if the "real past" and memories of it are completely different, he smiles without saying anything. And then he cries. He cries without telling anyone.

Skylar laughed a lot in these scenes. He was happy. He was always helping people too—a whole section depicted him playing hero to the art majors as they gazed at him adoringly, and Xander glowered jealously on the sidelines. That made Skylar laugh in real life. There were so many scenes of him helping people. He was Mr. Friendly, according to Xander. This was such a better painting. This was how Xander saw him? This was beautiful. This is who I want to be instead. “I love this,” Skylar said as Xander cleaned his brush. “Oh, I’m not done.” Xander got out a small round brush and reached for the pink. He began to paint delicate, beautiful cherry blossoms all over Skylar’s body. There was writing too—Xander explained each kanji to him, that they meant he was magnificent, sensitive, sensual, artistic, charming, loyal, steadfast—he lost track of the words because while they were wonderful and the script breathtaking, it was the blossoms that did him in. He sees me as a cherry tree. A blooming, beautiful cherry tree. Skylar sobbed. “I love you,” Skylar cried, trying not to spill tears because Xander was painting cherry blossoms across his face. “I love you too, my sakura.

A girl can dream, can realize, high on heroines, that she is mortal and therefore fearless; that sanity supplies the ground bass to the wildest singing; that breezes made visible make the finest winds.

A moon of unsurpassable brilliance flooded the silent landscape with a cruel glare of greenish light, which traced sharp inky shadows of the trees on the rounded white folds. The snow crystals caught and reflected the moonlight upon a myriad facets until I appeared to be walking in a world of sparkling diamonds. The frightful stillness of the woodland at midnight was almost startling – everything seemed to be frost-bound and nerveless. Even the icy air seemed frozen into immobility. The crisp crunch of my footfall appeared to be an unpardonable intrusion, while the scars they made upon the smooth field of scintillating white seemed a positive sacrilege.

Really? Well, I don't see it that way. Not at all. In fact, I think that's a part of you that you don't want other people to see. And that most people probably can't see. But, I see it and I understand. So, don't worry about it! It's cool! You're doin' fine!

Mentre parlavamo, i sakura vorticavano intorno alla cabina del telefono in un diluvio di bianco e rosa. Avevo passato più di un mese circondato da quei fiori, più di quanto sia possibile, più di quanto sia naturale. E improvvisamente capii, con profondo sconforto, che quello che stavo facendo era sbagliato alla radice. I sakura sono fatti per essere transitori. Aggrapparsi a loro è come tentare di aggrapparsi alla giovinezza. Seguire il Fronte dei Fiori di Ciliegio era una negazione del tempo, delle stagioni, persino della mortalità. Era come spruzzare lacca su un giglio. Come imbalsamare un miraggio. Come cercare di fermare il tempo.

The first-known cultivated cherry in Japan was a weeping cherry, a form of Edo-higan. Aristocrats were enchanted by the way in which the thin, supple branches bent over towards the ground, giving the illusion of tears when the tree blossomed, and so they propagated this mutation by collecting seeds and planting them in their gardens.

His eyes light up. “Wait, this is a sakura mochi. How did you remember—" I glance down and curse internally at the faintly pink, round dessert, pale as a cherry blossom petal. How did I remember his favorite? His mom used to take us, Cam, and Remy down to San Jose to go around Japantown, picking up bentos from a homey restaurant to eat at the park, and then we’d stop at Shuei-Do Manju Shop. Every time, without fail, Jack would choose sakura mochi. The times that there was only one left in stock, the rest of us purposefully ordered other sweets, just so Jack could get his favorite. And his eyes would shine with delight as he munched on the pink rice cake, the way he’s smiling now.

Tell me you didn’t really watch Nausicaa.” Miho tried to keep a serious face, which must have been difficult enough in her flannel Hello Kitty pajamas. But the girl was a terrible liar. She smirked. “No. Kiki just ended. So much for our Miyazaki marathon.” “We got through two movies,” Sakura said. “Tonight, that’s a marathon.” They’d wanted to watch movies tonight, just to clear their minds, and had agreed on nothing violent. All three of them loved the films of Miyazaki, who had become perhaps the most successful director in Japan while making only animated films. Kara had vetoed Howl’s Moving Castle because she’d seen it too recently, and they had all seen My Neighbor Totoro far too many times, so they had started with Spirited Away.

Collingwood Ingram was a cherry-tree colossus. A passionate advocate for the blossoms and a leading authority on them, he saved some varieties from extinction. He built the world’s biggest collection of cherry-tree varieties outside Japan in his Kent garden. His broader legacy was to spread a diverse cherry-tree culture almost single-handedly across the British Isles and the world at large.

In AD 812 the imperial family hosted a cherry-blossom viewing party for the first time, establishing a link with the cherry culture that continues to this day. The Japanese aristocracy, which sought to forge a national identity away from Chinese influence, celebrated cherries as their own special flower. At their annual hanami gatherings they wrote poems about the flower and about life, and then read them aloud.

To Ingram, the way that Japan had lurched into a culture of extreme uniformity was alien, restrictive and potentially dangerous. The disappearance of diversity, highlighted by the extinction of the Taihaku cherry, was indicative of Japan’s militaristic mood in the 1920s and 1930s. The ubiquity of the lookalike Somei-yoshino cherry spoke volumes about the dark path of conformity which the Japanese followed, until their 1945 defeat.

the Meiji leaders faced a dilemma. How could they unite, emotionally and spiritually, thirty-four million people who had no sense of belonging to a ‘nation’? During the Edo period, from 1603 to 1868, everyone belonged to his own domain and was beholden to one of the 270 or so daimyō. No one called himself or herself ‘Japanese’. But now, in case of an emergency, the government would need to convince millions of ordinary people to take up arms.

I'm a dog. I don't have a name yet. (a dazed Namiki) This guy is "Namikisan". That's what Kanade calls him, anyway. What...have we here? SNIFF. SNIFF. ... CHOMP. CHOMP. 'Hey! Did you just eat something off the ground?! Like you didn't stuff your belly at home.' (-Namiki) Hmm? My instinct told me it was okay! And it's almost always right! Like that one time... That one time... 'I'm sure some good samaritan'll pick him up.' (-man) 'Yeah, who'll take him to the dog pound!' (-woman) 'Well, there's nothing we can do about it now...' (-man) Hmm? ... RUSTLE. RUSTLE. (Namiki pauses, looks down at him) PAT. KNEAD. KNEAD. KNEAD. 'Heh heh.' (-Namiki) Not so rough! KNEAD. KNEAD. Oh, yeah? Try this on for size! NIP. NIP. 'Ha ha ha! Ha... ..... ...Oh. I see. You're...' (-Namiki) ? WAG. WAG. '...gonna die.' (-Namiki) That one time...my animal instinct told me... (Namiki looks at him with a pained expression) "He's the one!" That's why, even when he walked away at first, even when it rained, I knew it would be okay. (Namiki appears in the rain and reaches down for him, smiling) My instinct was right on target. [at the Animal Hospital] 'He probably ate something off the ground.' (-vet.) GROAN. GROAN. 'I knew it! Can't you even tell when something's safe to eat or not?! I thought dogs were supposed to have instincts for that!' (-Namiki) PAT. KNEAD. Huh? That's really strange... KNEAD. RUFFLE. RUFFLE. But... (Namiki stops, and smiles down at him) Wait! My instinct was right after all! I AM "okay". (Namiki bends down to his level, still smiling) WAG. WAG. WAG. As long as I'm with HIM, I know everything will be okay.

To listen, Sakura, one must be silent.

Watching Japan plunge headlong into the delight of the sakura was a reminder that while the fluctuations of joy in our lives can be unpredictable, our planet has rhythms of renewal that regularly bring joy back to us.

Oh what wow is the colour pink! Butterflies dance as the winds blink. Look now in March, the tree sticks lean. Shielding Kyoto's landscape, all pink, little green. Pink is the colour of Sakura so awesome! Can you guess the name? You are right, it's Cherry Blossom!

Kenta Sakura, a professor of social work specializing in queer and trans community-based research, calls this "paving pathways through pain," and his phrasing suggests that paving such pathways is less about restoring the self to an unharmed state and more about utilizing negative affect to drive world making projects. Resilience is thus not about bouncing back, or about moving forward, but rather a communal alchemical mutation of pain into possibility.

Have you found out the meaning of your life? Yes. I've finally figured it out. It's to find something more important to me than my own life. Finding something more important to us than our own lives is why we are all born. We're all given with one life inside us. And God wants us to use that life to set out on lifelong journey to find something that is more important to us. You too are someone more important to me than my own life.

Have you found out the meaning of your life?' 'Yes. I've finally figured it out. It's to find something more important to me than my own life. Finding something more important to us than our own lives is why we are all born. We're all given with one life inside us. And God wants us to use that life to set out on lifelong journey to find something that is more important to us than ourselves...

Have you found out the meaning of your life?' 'Yes. I've finally figured it out. It's to find something more important to me than my own life. Finding something more important to us than our own lives is why we are all born. We're all given with one life inside us. And God wants us to use that life to set out on lifelong journey to find something that is more important to us than ourselves.

Why don’t we marvel at our own passing time on earth with the same joy and passion? Why do we neglect to revel in life when it can end at any moment, or in the grace surrounding us everywhere: our family, friends, a stranger’s smile, a child’s laugh, new flavours on our plate or the scent of green grass? It is time, cherry blossoms remind us, to pay attention.

Four years to the day after Fairchild's 1908 gift of the trees to Washington's schools, on March 27, 1912, Mrs. Taft broke dirt during the private ceremony in West Potomac Park near the banks of the Potomac River. The wife of the Japanese ambassador was invited to plant the second tree. Eliza Scidmore and David Fairchild took shovels not long after. The 3,020 trees were more than could fit around the tidal basin. Gardeners planted extras on the White House grounds, in Rock Creek Park, and near the corner of Seventeenth and B streets close to the new headquarters of the American Red Cross. It took only two springs for the trees to become universally adored, at least enough for the American government to feel the itch to reciprocate. No American tree could rival the delicate glamour of the sakura, but officials decided to offer Japan the next best thing, a shipment of flowering dogwoods, native to the United States, with bright white blooms. Meanwhile, the cherry blossoms in Washington would endure over one hundred years, each tree replaced by clones and cuttings every quarter century to keep them spry. As the trees grew, so did a cottage industry around them: an elite group of gardeners, a team to manage their public relations, and weather-monitoring officials to forecast "peak bloom"---an occasion around which tourists would be encouraged to plan their visits. Eventually, cuttings from the original Washington, D.C, trees would also make their way to other American cities with hospitable climates. Denver, Colorado; Birmingham, Alabama; Saint Paul, Minnesota.

YES and NO is just a word but it have big meanings inside it.

La parte triste acerca de mí es que me siento feliz cuando me necesitan.

For any wolf who abides by my law, that wolf's laws shall be abided by me within reason

atado a una silla de ruedas, era más activo, positivo y optimista que mucha gente que yo conocía y que había caído derrotada por el victimismo o el malhumor. Lo que veía en los Koga era más bien una actitud: no hay nada imposible y mejor ser feliz que no serlo.

barrio tokiota de Iriya, cerca de Ueno, donde se celebra desde hace muchos siglos el Asagao Matsuri, el festival de las campanillas. Del 6 al 8 de julio, todos los años,

These noodles are so supple and chewy it's difficult to believe they're 90 percent buckwheat! The sweet taste of buckwheat blooms in the mouth like a fragile flower. What a wondrously delicate flavor! That does it. I'm having soba noodles for dinner tonight! "Now for the tempura shrimp!" How light and crispy! The sakura shrimp are pleasantly crunchy, while their tempura shell is airy and crispy! I can easily distinguish the texture and deliciousness of each individual shrimp in every bite! The crispy crunch of the tempura shrimp and the sleek smoothness of the noodles make for an excellent contrast in textures. Even after I've swallowed a bite, the sweetly savory aftertaste of the sakura shrimp lingers in the mouth like a perfume.

Sakura Haiku Take off your kimono, Sakura. Did you ever see a Kosher sausage?

sakura saku koro / tori ashi nihon / uma shihon2 When cherry trees bloom birds have two legs horses four

¿Qué tienen los restos humanos que provocan un terror tan básico e irracional? Sólo eran huesos, los mismos huesos que llevamos dentro de nuestros cuerpos durante toda la vida formando nuestro esqueleto. ¿Por qué daban tanto miedo cuando no tenían carne encima? Quizá porque nos recordaban que no íbamos a vivir para siempre.

los pigmentos reales, las pinturas de tubo, no tenían nada que ver con los colores de la luz. Mezclar colores reales, es decir, añadirles o sumarles tonos, siempre da como resultado el color negro mientras que la suma de colores de luz siempre da como resultado el blanco. Son efectos totalmente opuestos.

(en Japón se puede fumar en el interior de los locales pero no en la calle).

It’s Black Sakura’s titular tradition,” I answered. “The folklore is that the sakura cherry tree blooms pink because its roots drink the blood of the dead, so the premise is that a dedicated reporter is so steeped in ink their veins would stain the blossoms black.

Los pintores japoneses de ukiyo-e que más influyeron en los impresionistas fueron Hiroshige y otro igual de importante y famoso llamado Hokusai, cuyo rastro podía seguirse en todos los impresionistas y postimpresionistas, especialmente en Vincent Van Gogh, que directamente los copiaba.

I apologize for not realizing Kenshiro was sending a secret code,” Todai said. “I should’ve known. He is undoubtedly an asshole, but he would never impugn my honor to say that I, a true heavy-metal fan, liked Nickelback. There are lines that even mercs will not cross.

咲良 SAKURA

Name0669 さくら SAKURA

How old are you, Samura?” She pursed her thin lips and glared at me. “It’s Sakura. I’m nine.” “Well, if you want to see ten, I suggest you stop fucking around and stay in here.” Tears began to roll. “I hate you.

The restaurant Muromachi Sunaba, opened in 1869, is considered the pioneer of chilled soba with tempura. Their fame came from their version served with a side of tempura Shiba shrimp. Miss Kinokuni's dish is similar. Though instead of the strong umami of Shiba shrimp, she chose to make her tempura from the smaller, sweeter and more refined sakura shrimp. A wise choice, as its delicate flavor pairs exceptionally well with the mild and fragile sweetness of her soba noodles! Once you take a bite, it is precisely that combination that makes it impossible to stop! The sublimely smooth and refreshing texture of the noodles combined with the sweet crunch of the sakura shrimp envelops the taster in a cocoon of delicious bliss... ... making it seem as if they've eaten the entire dish in only a single bite!

El mayor refinamiento es la mayor simplicidad

El gesto crea el sentimiento.

Any man that attempts to treat the wound will meet an even worse fate,

A rest area on the highway is just a place to pass through. To get from here to there. - Sakura

no hay nada imposible y mejor ser feliz que no serlo.

That day, my Master spoke about a concept associated with that iconic flower of Japan, "mono no aware", which meant the impermanence of things. That nothing in this life lasted, just like the short-lived bloom of the sakura. We would never pass the same moment again twice.

Wahai pemuda, Sakura. Musim bunga. Pelajaran indah daripada Tuhan buat kita. Yang cantik di mata, akan habis gugur semua. Akhirnya. Begitu kehidupan dunia yang membuatkan kita terpesona dan tergoda dengan keenakan dan keseronokannya. Hingga terlupa, di akhirat nanti syurga adalah keindahan yang kekal selamanya..

For her I would gladly ferry across the Sumida on the coldest winter day to buy her those sakura-mochi sweets from old Edo that she loved so much. But medicine? That is another matter. Not even on the warmest day would I want to go buy her medicine.

A Zentangle® Art Kit To make your own little art kit you will need: Zentangle squares cut from black and white paper A Micron 01 and 05 Pen A Sakura White Gel Pen A White Pencil A Soft Lead Pencil A Box to house all your treasures. All you have to do is gather your materials and put them in a box. You can decorate the box as you like. Maybe you would like to draw Zentangles all over it. I like to carry my kit in my purse and so a box is quite cumbersome. I use a small plastic pouch. It very easily houses all my Zentangle squares, pencils and pens.

When sakura fall from the branch, the shock waves can shatter entire cities.

No existen las coincidencias, solo existe lo inevitable

Algunos hombres no escuchan la voz de la montaña, pero los espíritus han hablado claro, y nos dicen: sucios humanos, ya no sois bienvenidos aquí. Este mundo ya no es vuestro. Estamos en un mundo nuevo, en un universo de leyes cambiadas y de flores rosas.

Sakura perlu kurang-lebih lima puluh minggu untuk mekar sempurna. Tapi bunga ini hanya mekar selama dua minggu. Setelahnya akan luruh tertiup angin atau kena hujan. Tapi, demikianlah alam mengaturnya. Bila kuntum yang lama tidak luruh, tidak ada kesempatan bagi sesuatu yang baru untuk tumbuh. Tunas daun tidak akan muncul kalau bunga tidak gugur.

cherries were portrayed as symbols of youth, love, romance and contentment,

Japanese sakuramori, or cherry guardian,

Not feeling bad for others means having no regrets

By shutting itself off from most of the world and banning Catholicism, Japan avoided being colonised and enjoyed peace for more than 200 years.

At least three of the doctors stationed on the island over the centuries–Engelbert Kaempfer in the late seventeenth century, Carl Thunberg in the eighteenth century and Philipp von Siebold in the early nineteenth century–were avid botanists, whose Japanese plant collections and descriptions were the first to reach Europe.

The Tokugawa shogunate established a nationwide system consisting of about 270 domains, each ruled by a daimyō. Although the shōgun led the country, each domain in this feudal system had its own political, economic and social structure. In effect, each functioned as a small country or principality that paid homage to the shogunate. Each domain also maintained a rigid class system. At the top, of course, were the daimyō, served by their samurai warriors, who were the only Japanese allowed to carry swords. Beneath them came the farmers and peasants who produced food, followed by artisans who made clothes, swords and other goods. Almost at the bottom were the merchants, segregated and ostracised because they made money from others’ labour. Underneath everyone else were the Eta: leather-tanners, undertakers and executioners, who dealt with animal slaughter and death.

in Britain, tens of thousands of cherries were planted between the 1950s and the mid-1970s, bringing colour, variety and a touch of Asian exoticism to the urban environment. The trees’ popularity became evident in the names of streets, parks, pubs and restaurants.

Britain racked by post-war austerity, the sight of cherry blossoms in full bloom was an uplifting experience. Few people associated these Japanese flowering cherries with Japan’s conduct during the war,

Check the map of any British town or village and there’s almost always a ‘Cherry’ or ‘Cherry Tree’ avenue, close, park, road, street or way, mostly named during or after the 1950s, each containing a few hastily planted trees to justify its name.

Japan’s abundance of cultivated, or man-made, cherries was unique. No other peoples in the world cultivated cherries to such an extent. All of these man-made varieties were derived from only ten known species of natural wild cherry that grew in Japan.

The Tale of Genji, a literary masterpiece written by Murasaki Shikibu in the early eleventh century, cherries were portrayed as symbols of youth, love, romance and contentment,

the feudal domains were re-designated as prefectures, which were similar to English counties and US states, and the daimyō lords who ruled these fiefdoms were replaced by governors sent from Tokyo.

Since 2011 cherry trees, a symbol of life and rebirth, have been planted in great numbers near Fukushima, in memory of those who died and to help resurrect neighbourhoods washed away during the tsunami.

From a virtual standing start in the 1920s, Japanese flowering cherry trees became a part of British people’s daily lives within half a century.

Toyotomi’s extravagant parade and party are re-created at the temple every April in the temple gardens, where more than 1,000 cherry trees now bloom.

Hiraizumi’s comments were given additional weight by the fact that the blossoms of the Somei-yoshino cloned variety, which dominated the landscape by the 1930s, all bloomed and fell at the same time. That was a relatively new phenomenon. Before the mass plantings of Somei-yoshino in the late nineteenth and twentieth centuries, cherry blossoms in Japan did not give such an impression. Indeed, what few realised was that the Somei-yoshino cherry had not even existed before the 1860s.

Most urban cherries had been wiped out in Japan during the war, leaving the cities bereft of colour and character. The revival began on a small scale as early as 1948, just three years after Japan’s surrender, when 1,250 trees were planted in the war-burnt fields of Tokyo’s spacious Ueno Park, one of the capital’s first public parks. This had been a popular cherry-viewing, or hanami, site since the early seventeenth century, so it was natural that the government wanted to re-establish this tradition.

in the 1960s, the conservative Liberal Democratic Party that has ruled Japan almost continuously since 1955 sought to make the cherry tree a recognisable global icon of the nation’s rebirth,

The Somei-yoshino variety has only existed for 150 years at most, Sano stressed to me. Given the 2,000-year-plus history of Japan’s cherry trees, the monotone scenery of the twenty-first century is an historical exception rather than the norm.

By 1964, when Tokyo hosted the Olympic Games, Somei-yoshino was again Japan’s quintessential cherry.

the decade between 1955 and 1965 a ‘Somei-yoshino bubble’ because so many trees were planted by local governments, both to beautify land that had been bombed by the Americans

the four centuries before 1853, when Japan had a transformative encounter with the West, its history divided in two. The first period, ranging from 1467 to 1600, was the so-called Age of Civil Wars, also known as the Sengoku era. The second period, until 1853, was a peaceful time of seclusion called Sakoku, which means ‘country in chains’, when Japan had little contact with the rest of the world. This was the golden age of cherry blossoms.

News of Japan’s existence had spread. Marco Polo, writing in the thirteenth century after visiting China, had called Japan ‘Cipangu, the land of gold’. Although Polo never himself set foot in Japan, his vivid descriptions of its monumental wealth stirred many an adventurer, including Columbus.

Japanese arts, crafts and culture became a craze after the 1860s. In particular woodblock prints and paintings featuring cherry blossoms, by artists such as Katsushika Hokusai and Utagawa Hiroshige,

Catching up with the West became a national obsession and a new era of rapid economic, social and political development took hold.

Catching up with the West became a national obsession and a new era of rapid economic, social and political development took hold. After centuries of discouraging contact with most foreigners, Japan welcomed thousands of Western educators, entrepreneurs, government officials, naturalists and adventurers.

during this peaceful Sakoku period that unique arts and culture evolved, mostly in Edo and other large cities. These included ukiyo-e woodblock prints, pottery, haiku poetry, kabuki plays and the creation of about 250 varieties of cherry blossom in the Edo gardens of the daimyō lords.

ancient Japan, cherry blossoms had been emblematic of new life and new beginnings.

in the 1930s, as successive governments used the popularity of sakura, and its imperial links, as propaganda tools among an unquestioning people. Rather than focusing on cherry blossom as a symbol of life, the songs, plays and school textbooks now focused more on death. Classic poems were deliberately misinterpreted, and it became the norm to believe that the Yamato damashii, or ‘true Japanese spirit’, involved a willingness to die for the emperor–Japan’s living god–much as the cherry petals died after a short but glorious life.

from the late nineteenth century onwards, the newly cultivated Somei-yoshino cherries were a convenience.

By the late 1880s more than 30 per cent of all cherry trees in Tokyo were Somei-yoshino.

Millions more were planted nationwide after Japan’s military victory against Russia in 1905, and to celebrate Emperor Taishō’s accession to the throne in 1912 and Emperor Shōwa’s (Hirohito) in 1926. Other cherries were neglected or simply disappeared. Few people cared, and fewer still did anything about it.

I had seen a thousand ‘Visit Japan’ advertisements, often highlighting the same two icons: a snow-capped Mount Fuji and the cherry blossom.

Ingram introduced about fifty different kinds of Japanese cherries to Britain. He was the first person in the world to hybridise cherries artificially. He created his own new varieties.

Other nations have special flowers, of course. But who could imagine virtually the entire population of Britain or Germany or America visiting parks on one particular weekend to view a flower, no matter how lovely?

hanami, or cherry-viewing, party (in Japanese, hana means flower and mi means seeing).

In Japan, the season is much more defined. The flowers of each Somei-yoshino tree survive for about eight days, no more, and the reason they all blossom together and then lose those blossoms together is that they are clones.

Japan’s attachment to cherry blossoms represents a unique and singular obsession.

several Japanese cherry specialists who risked their lives during the Pacific War (as the Second World War is known) to preserve rare varieties.

After all, Japanese people are familiar with concepts such as hanami or cherry-blossom viewing, but such Japan-specific experiences needed explaining to Nippon neophytes.

You’d have to say his bad point was not having any bad points. Don’t tell him I said so.

Nadeshiko loved cherry blossoms. When she was little she said if she ever had a girl she’d name her Sakura. And you’re that Sakura.

She is really pretty. And somehow, she makes me feel all floaty inside.

Sakura,” he whispers huskily. “Before you go crazy on me. Please remember that we will always do what we have to do to protect you. As much as you can handle yourself, the fear in us is real and unavoidable. Luna, you are our wife, and that means everything to me.

To Mr. Kai Fuse I’m not sappy and shit, I’d like to prick you with my needle. So, this entitles you to one super rare Luna Steele tattoo of your choosing. I promise not to laugh at your choice or make a mockery of your hot as fuck body. Your Sakura

One mate was a concept I was still coming to terms with. Two was a total mind-fuck.

look ‘em in the eye as you knee ‘em in the balls.