Dazai Quotes Novels & Stories

"Today I understood that I wasn’t a burden. I was chosen. I was cared for. But now… I’m the one who chooses." The slightly open door let in a soft creak. It was Dax. He walked in silently and sat beside her, watching her write as if that too were part of her soul. After a while, he said in a low voice: "What are you writing?" "What I never dared say aloud," she replied. "What I am when I’m not afraid." Dax nodded, not pressuring her. Then, with a barely-there smile, he slid a small folded note across the desk.

she said, holding my hands. “I don’t know Zaza, we are both young and may not be able to appreciate the kind of situation that we are in,” I said. “If your stories are true, then you are not young, you are more mature than eighty percent of the people that are here,” she said. “I don’t know how you came about that, you little head,” I tried to lighten up the mood. Trust in yourself, and trust in your abilities. Do not let fear dictate your actions, nor will we allow the darkness to prevail." Zaza said.

Jacob POV “Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” It’s a quote from Lao Tzu that’s been going through my head ever since Emily shut that door with me standing behind it. I wouldn’t call myself a romantic. Once upon a time, I didn’t even believe in love, but this woman has stirred my loins back to life. She’s like a fire burning bright, setting the darkness alight. The very thought of her makes me dizzy with desire, but I fear this morning may have been the last time I’ve ever seen her.

My nightmares bleed through my fingers on the white canvas, but sometimes a dream sneaks in between. ~A.Gupta Violet “I don't know how you do it,” I turned toward the familiar voice. Daisy said, “You are seriously so talented, Violet. I still can't draw a perfect arc without erasing it a few times.”

I know mom. Mom I want to say you something from quote. I know you loved literature that’s why I’m dedicating you the quote of George Eliot. “Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.” —Emma. I turn the next page to read but it’s empty. I haven’t wrote anything after that. I again started crying. My whole life seems empty and I want to write a diary again because I’m in pain. The pain inside me is at the highest peak. I grab the pen from my bag and open diary to write.

Yet as I stood there, given my state of mind, I could not think of anything else but just the though of flying. I closed my eyes and felt the breeze and the warmth of the sun beneath my face. It was relaxing. I wanted to feel that peace forever. I didn't know how long I was standing still. I just wanted to feel the most alive for the last time, savor every bits of earth until I finally say goodbye. There was my favorite quote from Girl Interrupted, it says, "When you don't want to feel, death can seem like a dream. But, seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous."

If you can't, don't speak! The days run according to the rules, nothing is different, every second is still the same; about wounds. Nothing memorable, nothing special. Aiys days are only shrouded in memories. Every place in town this brother tells trail on Daffa. Right at this caffe, four Aiys and brother Daff a release residual fatigue after school. Every time I come home from school, always come here. Do not ever get tired, when breaks are always met at school.

He said closing his eyes bringing back the image of Aziza in his mind. Let’s go to a club, you can pick any girl there and satisfy whatever it is that’s making you like this and forget about Advocate Psycho. Steve laughed at Dane’s attempt of solving his problem. It’s the passion in her eyes man, makes me wonder what else she’s passionate about. Dane threw his hands in the air. I give up, you’ve lost your mind. John May lifted his glass. To Aziza. To Aziza! families and friends responded lifting up their glasses.

Even though the words were unformed and looked so weak, Sabrina still recognized that it was Yvonne's handwriting at a glance. Yvonne's usual handwriting was very similar to her, so her handwriting was very playful. However, at that moment, the playful words looked so weak and hopeless. That letter read, 'Sabrina, I'm leaving. Don't look for me. It doesn't matter if I am alive or dead anymore. I once unintentionally saw some philosophers' quotes, and most of them said something like, Everybody is born to suffer in this world. I didn't believe it in the past. I felt that those were just pretentious words, and they were just making a fuss about nothing and being show-offs.'