Sign in with Facebook
“In death's quiet theater,
love takes the stage,
A poignant script,
written on sorrow's page.
Elegance fades as we part with the light,
In shadows, the dear departed's absence feels trite.
Grief's somber dance, a waltz of the heart,
Echoes reveal, love's masterpiece torn apart.”
―
love takes the stage,
A poignant script,
written on sorrow's page.
Elegance fades as we part with the light,
In shadows, the dear departed's absence feels trite.
Grief's somber dance, a waltz of the heart,
Echoes reveal, love's masterpiece torn apart.”
―
“The concept of death seems distant—even unimaginable—to the mind of a child, until that child loses someone close to their heart. Then they begin to realize the cruelty of death, and what it means when someone who was once so close ceases to exist.”
― ريم
― ريم
“Now there was nothing to do but wait. Wait and know that when Humans disagreed, they sometimes fought, and when they fought, all too often they killed one another.”
― Lilith's Brood
― Lilith's Brood
“He who was Goodness, Gentleness,
And Dignity is free,
Translates to public Love
Old private charity.”
―
And Dignity is free,
Translates to public Love
Old private charity.”
―
“I went outside. The rain had stopped.
The air, washed by the rain, was serene, and the waves sounded closer than usual.
The full moon shone like a pearl in the night sky.
The moonlight made it look as if all the houses had sunk to the bottom of a lake.
The road stretched ahead, white.
It was the road that led to Migitahama.
A gust of wind and the petals from a wild cherry tree went dancing, white against the darkness, and I remembered then that the cherry trees here blossomed two or three weeks later than in Tokyo.
The waves roared.
I stood alone in the darkness.
Light does not illuminate.
It only looks for things to illuminate.
And I had never been found by the light.
I would always be in darkness—”
― Tokyo Ueno Station
The air, washed by the rain, was serene, and the waves sounded closer than usual.
The full moon shone like a pearl in the night sky.
The moonlight made it look as if all the houses had sunk to the bottom of a lake.
The road stretched ahead, white.
It was the road that led to Migitahama.
A gust of wind and the petals from a wild cherry tree went dancing, white against the darkness, and I remembered then that the cherry trees here blossomed two or three weeks later than in Tokyo.
The waves roared.
I stood alone in the darkness.
Light does not illuminate.
It only looks for things to illuminate.
And I had never been found by the light.
I would always be in darkness—”
― Tokyo Ueno Station
Golden’s 2024 Year in Books
Take a look at Golden’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
1,643 books
|
5,530 friends
243 books
|
144 friends
253 books
|
33 friends
42 books
|
120 friends
Favorite Genres
Polls voted on by Golden
Lists liked by Golden
