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ilsentierodellamore

Tu ignori dove vado, io dove sei sparito; so che t’avrei amato, e so che tu lo sai.

Baudelaire.

cuore-nellombra

Nec possum tecum vivere, nec sine te

Non posso vivere né con te, né senza te

(Tattoo di Uta, Tokyo ghoul)

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“Akari: Sai, è di 5 centimetri al secondo. Takaki: Cosa? Akari: La velocità a cui cadono i fiori dei ciliegi. 5 centimetri al secondo. -Ilricordoinunafoto-”

— 5cm al secondo -ilricordoinunafoto-

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Il tempo non guarisce; ci insegna a vivere con il nostro dolore.

- Kaneki, Tokyo Ghoul

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yūgen (幽玄)

which can be translated as deep beauty, mysterious beauty or subtle charm, is a concept of Japanese aesthetics. It refers to the understanding and nostalgic evocation of the mysterious beauty of the world. It is about perceiving the world as endowed with an implicit depth that artists can subtly express. yūgen therefore often takes the form of the mystery, depth, elegance and nostalgia associated with ancient aristocratic culture.

japanesewords

恋の予感⁂こいのよかん⁂ it is the feeling upon first meeting someone that you will inevitably fall in love with them, ref. Tomoyo Kamimura.

citazioni-da-oriente

"Nell'istante in cui mi hai chiamata per nome, io mi ero già innamorata..."

-Sawako, kimi ni todoke

citazioni-da-oriente

Quindi ciò che hai perso è te stesso, non è così?

Ufficio oggetti smarriti - Mirai

emmcarstairs

jesse blackthorn, chain of gold

dayscrazed

Clockwork Princess, page 107: Will POV: “‘You kindled me, heap of ashed that I am, into fire.’ He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.”

Lady Midnight page 542: Emma POV: “She could understand suddenly why people talked about passion as fire: She felt as if they had caught aflame and were burning like the dry Malibu hills, about to become ashes that would mix together forever.”

Chain of Gold page 379: Cordelia POV: "The feel of his body all along hers scorched her blood. She understood now why poets said love was like burning. The heat of it was through her and in her, and all she wanted was more- more kisses, more touches, to be devoured by this like a forest by a wildfire."