A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than mere spectators of life.
Isn't there someone kind enough to come strangle me in my sleep? - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
Isn't there someone kind enough to come strangle me in my sleep?
- Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than … - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than …
..he understood far more deeply than anyone else the loneliness that lurked beneath his jaunty mask. - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
..he understood far more deeply than anyone else the loneliness that lurked beneath his jaunty mask.
I have no conscience at all -- least of all an artistic conscience. All I have is nerves. - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
I have no conscience at all -- least of all an artistic conscience. All I have is nerves.
It is unfortunate for the gods that, unlike us, they cannot commit suicide. - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
It is unfortunate for the gods that, unlike us, they cannot commit suicide.
Yes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living. - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
Yes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living.
I don't have the strength to keep writing this. To go on living with this feeling is painful beyond description. Isn't there someone kind enough to s… - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
I don't have the strength to keep writing this. To go on living with this feeling is painful beyond description. Isn't there someone kind enough to s…
He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spra… - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spra…
I could have sworn that the man's eyes were no longer watching his daughter dying in agony, that instead the gorgeous colors of flames and the sight … - Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
I could have sworn that the man's eyes were no longer watching his daughter dying in agony, that instead the gorgeous colors of flames and the sight …
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