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Careful, luv. I might be angry with you, but that doesn't mean I don't still want you. So if you do that again, I'll shag you right here, right now, and sod anyone who wants to watch ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat

You`ll wondering why aren`t you born in Japan if you think you`re an Otaku ↗

— Otaku Quotes

#freakness #japan #madness #manga #otaku

It would seem that the more irresponsible and crafty one is, the more likely one is to have a talent for storytelling. ↗

— Osamu Dazai

#japanese #storytelling #japan

Isn't it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be. ↗

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#writing #journalism

...here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond - not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed ... ↗

— John Geddes

#comments #cruelty #hurt #ignore #response

Kissing in front of the loveless is an act of cruelty. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#maggie-stiefvater #cruelty

To see others suffer does one good, to make others suffer even more: this is a hard saying but an ancient, mighty, human, all-too-human principle [....] Without cruelty there is no festival. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#suffering #cruelty

the story is not a pretty one. there is violence in it. And cruelty. But stories that are not pretty have a certain value, too, I suppose. Everything, as you well know (having lived in this world long enough to have figured out a thing or two for yourself), cannont always be sweetness and light. ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#despereaux #light #violence #cruelty

How much longer is the world willing to endure this spectacle of wanton cruelty? ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#palestine #cruelty

JAPAN Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating the same small, perfect grape again and again. I walk through the house reciting it and leave its letters falling through the air of every room. I stand by the big silence of the piano and say it. I say it in front of a painting of the sea. I tap out its rhythm on an empty shelf. I listen to myself saying it, then I say it without listening, then I hear it without saying it. And when the dog looks up at me, I kneel down on the floor and whisper it into each of his long white ears. It's the one about the one-ton temple bell with the moth sleeping on its surface, and every time I say it, I feel the excruciating pressure of the moth on the surface of the iron bell. When I say it at the window, the bell is the world and I am the moth resting there. When I say it at the mirror, I am the heavy bell and the moth is life with its papery wings. And later, when I say it to you in the dark, you are the bell, and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you, and the moth has flown from its line and moves like a hinge in the air above our bed. ↗

— Billy Collins

#japan #poem #life