"I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear."
~Nelson Mandela
"For most of history, blue was the colour of the beyond. It was the colour of the horizon, the colour of the thing that so many of us were aspiring to and hoping to escape to. But in 1968 that dream finally came true. When in 1968 we finally went beyond that horizon, we discovered that blue was actually the colour of home."
~Dr James Fox, The History of Art in Three Colours: Blue
Buranko ga yureteru Warau youni yureteru Tsukiakari terasu kouen de Ano hi no watashi ni deau Saishuu densha ni Hakidasarete wa Utsumuita mama de kaeru michi Nagai saka no tochuu Furui danchi no Shiawase sou na Mado akari Watashi no yume mitai Hitotsu zutsu Kiete yuku Buranko ga yureteru Warau youni yureteru Tsukiakari terasu kouen de Ano hi no watashi ni deau Haha ni miokurareta Inaka no eki o Kogarashi fukeba Omoidasu Kekkyoku chichi to wa Hanasanakatta Ikikata ga chigau to Omotteta Sonna tsuyogari mo Ayamachi mo Kizukenai Buranko ga yureteru Warau youni yureteru Osanai watashi wa hitori demo Kogeru no da to shinjiteta "Kaasan nakaseruna" Hitokoto ga Rusuden ni Buranko ga yureteru Warau youni yureteru Osanai watashi no se o oshita Ano hi no anata ni deau Ano hi no watashi ni modoru Ano hi no watashi de itai | A swing is moving, Moving like it's laughing... In the moonlit park I see the person I was that day. After the last train Spits me out, I go home hanging my head. On my way up the long hill, In an old apartment estate, I see happy-looking lights From the windows. Like my dreams, They disappear One by one. A swing is moving, Moving like it's laughing... In the moonlit park I see the person I was that day. When the cold wind blows, I remember Being seen off by my mother At that country station. In the end, I didn't speak to my father -- I thought Our lifestyles were too different. I didn't even notice How I was pretending to be strong, And the mistakes I made. A swing is moving, Moving like it's laughing... When I was little, I believed that I could swing by myself. "Mom, don't make me cry" -- I left one sentence On her answering machine. A swing is moving, Moving like it's laughing... I see the person you were that day When you pushed me. I'm going to go back to the person I was that day. I want to be that person. |
“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.”
― Mother Teresa
"On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux."
("One sees clearly only with the heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye.")
~Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
"She stood in the storm, and when the wind did not go her way...she adjusted her sails."
~Elizabeth Edwards
