Yui Quotes

Anywhere can be paradise as long as you have the will to live. After all, you are alive, so you will always have the chance to be happy. As long as the Sun, the Moon, and the Earth exist, everything will be all right.

Yui knew that the strongest kind of love is the kind that is taken for granted.

Later, Yui realized she had learned another important thing in that place of confinement: that silencing a man was equivalent to erasing him forever. And so it was important to tell stories, to talk to people, to talk about people. To listen to people talking about other people. Even to speak with the dead, if it helped.

Everyone smiles, when they are with you. Please... from now on, go and help people in my place. Share your happiness with them.

Anyone who has experienced great grief wonders at some point which is more difficult, learning or unlearning. There was a time when Yui wouldn't have been able to say, but now she was sure it was the second.

She [Yui] was convinced that nostalgia had nothing to do with memory, that we actually feel it most strongly for things we have never experienced.

Yui and Takeshi gradually realised that the Wind Phone was like a verb that conjugated differently for each person: everybody's grief looked the same at first but was, ultimately, unique.

Grief, Yui had once told him, is something you ingest every day, like a sandwich cut into small pieces, gently chewed and then calmly swallowed. Digestion was slow. And so, Takeshi thought, joy must work the same way.

Takeshi and Yui agreed that the things you end up missing most about somebody when they're gone are their flaws: the most ridiculous or annoying things. 'I wonder,' said Takeshi, 'whether it's because you had such a hard time accepting those things at first that now it's impossible to forget them.

Yui concluded that memories were like objects, like the soccer ball that was found on the coast of Alaska a year after the tsunami, 3,000 miles away, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. Sooner or later, they always floated back to the surface.

Hikki: We shouldn't touch on stuff Yukinoshita doesn't want to touch on. Yui: Is not knowing really okay? Hikki: I don't think not knowing is a bad thing. Knowing more means having more shit to deal with, you know. Yui: But I want to know more. Know more about each other, and be even better friends. I want to help her when she's in trouble.

What do you want to escape from? This thing called 'reality?

As children we see happiness as a thing. A toy train sticking out of a basket or the plastic film around a slice of cake. or a photograph of a scene in which we are at the centre, all eyes on us. As adults it gets more complicated. Happiness is success, work, a man or a woman. All vague, laborious things. Whether it's a word we use to describe our lives or not, it is mostly just that, a word. Childhood taught us something different about happiness, Yui thought, that all you needed to do was reach out your hand in the right direction and you could grasp it.

Fun things are fun

And that was why she got it. She understood those feelings of guilt. Yuigahama's kindness was not blind benevolence. Her compassion was born of her awareness of the repulsive, ugly, and cowardly nature of humanity, and she nevertheless reached out without averting her eyes.

Yui developed her own theory: that for some people, life started loosening their joints when they were still in the cradle, and they had to work hard to hold the pieces together. She imagined those people juggling a bundle of limbs, ears, feet, and kidneys in their arms, like parts of the game Operation. But then, at some point, something would slot into place: they'd fall in love, start a family, get a well-paid job, a nice career, and they would begin to feel more stable. The truth was, though, they were just giving out parts of themselves to relatives and trusted friends; they were learning that it was normal not to be able to cope on your own, and that asking people for help was the only way forward if there were other things they wanted to do with their lives. They had to depend on others. And then? Then what would happen? That's where Yui believed luck came into it. Because if those people lost someone who had been looking after a fundamental piece of them, they would never be able to regain their balance. The harmony would be gone, along with their loved one.

Di chi non si sa nulla, non c'è niente da dire. Di chi non si sa nulla, nulla più importa. In quel luogo di confino Yui scoprì d'aver imparato un'altra cosa importante, ovvero che un uomo bastava tacerlo per eliminarlo per sempre. Per questo serviva ricordare le storie, parlare con le persone, parlare delle persone. Ascoltare le persone parlare di altre persone. Anche dialogare con i morti, se fosse servito.

If Yui had to describe this feeling, this pain, she would say it was like the stabbing contractions that preceded childbirth, the wonder of the process she had experienced when her daughter was born: closing to open again, contracting to then dilate, clamp and hold, then spread your legs wide and push. A total paradox, essentially, like one of those things you only find when you've stopped looking for it. Like love, true love, or children that won't come.

Fun things are fun.

Even the most enormous things can be cut up into tiny parts, Yui Whispered, stroking the little girl's cheek with her palm. Even the biggest problems. You can fit anything into a frame.

As for Yui, she was nearly to the top of the slope winding around the edge of the dome. Even I would have a hard time sprinting up the narrow ledge without a handhold of any kind. But Yui was pulling it off with aplomb—not because she was an AI but because we had raised her to have a real heart and real courage.

The sakura shrimp fishing season has just started in Yui, so that's the first catch you're eating. If you believe what they say, that means you'll live a long and healthy life." Nagare removed the lid from the bowl, releasing a cloud of steam. Kana leaned over, closed her eyes, and took a deep sniff of the clear broth. "It smells wonderful!" "The only solid ingredient is diced tofu. Plus a garnish of pepper tree leaves." "Just tofu? But this aroma--- it's so complex." "The stock is from quick-grilled sweetfish bones. I had plenty of them left over from all that sushi." "So that's what I'm picking up," replied Kana, sniffing the steam again. "Who'd have thought those tiny little bones could add so much flavor?

En aquel lugar de destierro, Yui descubrió que había aprendido otra cosa importante: que bastaba acallar a un hombre para eliminarlo para siempre. Por eso había que recordar las historias, hablar con las personas, hablar de las personas. Escuchar a las personas hablar de otras personas. Hasta conversar con los muertos, si era necesario.

Yui comprendió que la infelicidad llevaba grabadas las huellas de la alegría. Que en nuestro interior conservamos la impronta de las personas que nos han enseñado a amar, a ser tanto felices como infelices. Esas poquísimas personas que nos explican cómo distinguir los sentimientos y cómo identificar las zonas híbridas que también nos hacen sufrir, pero que al mismo tiempo nos hacen distintos. Especiales y distintos.

The photographer raises his camera. I paste on a smile. My posture is strong. God grant me the confidence of someone having an entire conversation on speakerphone in public. "Ready?" Yui asks, eyes shrewd. She won't go easy on me. I don't want her to. I'm up for it. I've stepped out of the Mount Shasta lane, skipped over the princess road, and on to a path of my own making. From here on out, I'll blaze my own trail. It won't be easy to balance imperial responsibilities, uphold traditions, and stay true to myself. But it can be done. I will it to be so. I nod. "Let's begin.

thepsychchic chips clips iii Jared gives me an assignment: I need to map out my emotional process so that I can start finding ways to solve each problem. I need to actually sit down and make a spreadsheet. Each time something happens, write it down in the situation trigger column. In the next column write a description of the thoughts, emotional reactions, and behaviors that the situation or trigger causes. In the next column give your best assessment of the underlying flaw or problem, and finally, write a logic statement that I can use in the moment to inject some rationality into the issue. 258 Jared’s 20 minute break routine for Maria: First 5 minutes of break: off load and brain dump. I write down some of the key hands so that they don’t occupy any of my headspace going forward. … Then a few minutes of contemplating my decision making. Asking myself: How was my thinking? Were there any emotionally compromised decisions? … Next 10 minutes: nothing. No poker talk, no thinking. Just walking and relaxing. And then, right before the end of break, a few minutes of warm-up for the next level. 276 - 277 EB White: “an honest ratio between pluck and luck.” 287 Food in Los Vegas: For sushi, Yui and Kabuto. For dinner close to the Rio, the Fat Greek, Peru Chicken, and Sazón. For when I’m feeling nostalgic for the jerk chicken of my local Crown Heights spots, Big Jerk. Lola’s for Cajun. Milos, but only for lunch. El Dorado for late-night poker sessions. Partage to celebrate. Lotus of Siam to drown your sorrows in delightful Thai. 314

Now Kito saw it. The mass wasn’t homogenous at all; it was composed of endless cells, each remarkably similar to the mosquitoes of the old world. The mass of mosquitoes reared up, readying to strike the men and consume them whole. The mass lashed finally, but it didn’t go for the men. It was heading toward the other three, maybe for an easy meal. The mass grew in density, then pinched itself off, part of it continuing toward their dead crewmates, the other part of it remaining inside the room with the men. “Kito-kun!” Kito didn’t hear her in his head this time; her voice had been real. “Maggie?!” Hemmler gasped. “I…I hear you, baby! I hear you!” The mass. Kito concluded that it was tailoring and changing itself to the specifics of each man’s mind. Kito heard it as Yui, and Hemmler heard Maggie. Was it already inside their heads? “Kito-kun!” Kito tried to hear her voice come from inside him, but the Yui in his memories was silent. There was only the voice coming from outside his own head–coming from the mosquito mass. “Kito-kun!” “Yes, Maggie! I’m here, baby! I’m here!” Hemmler shouted, a maniacal smile smeared across his face. The mass began taking shape, molding into something coherent. It grew limbs, a head, fingers and toes. It grew skin and body hair. Its formless face became eyes and nose and forehead and smile. Yui looked upon Kito Tanaka with giddy delight–a perfect reproduction down to the slight slant at the corner of her mouth. “It’s me, Kito-kun…” Yui breathed. Her naked body seemed like the only real thing in all the universe.

Da bambini la felicità la si percepisce come una cosa. ...Da grandi si fa tutto più complicato. La felicità è il successo, il lavoro, un uomo o una donna, tutte cose sfumate, laboriose. Quando c'è, e anche quando non c'è, diventa soprattutto questo, una parola. Ecco, pensò ora Yui, l'infanzia insegnava invece un'altra cosa, cioè che bastava allungare la mano nella direzione giusta e la si sarebbe ottenuta.

Quella sera Yui rientrò nel silenzio condensato della sua casa pensando che i ricordi erano come le cose, come quel pallone da calcio che dopo un anno dallo tsunami era giunto sulle coste dell'Alaska, a 3000 miglia dall'altro lato dell'Oceano Pacifico. Prima o poi, tornano a galla.

Yui and Kabuto. For dinner close to the Rio, the Fat Greek, Peru Chicken, and Sazón. For when I’m feeling nostalgic for the jerk chicken of my local Crown Heights spots, Big Jerk. Lola’s for Cajun. Milos, but only for lunch. El Dorado for late-night poker sessions. Partage to celebrate.