Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.— Ruth Ozeki
The most beautiful Ruth Ozeki quotes that are simple and will have a huge impact on you
Print is predictable and impersonal, conveying information in a mechanical transaction with the reader’s eye. Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.
I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.
Am I crazy?" she asked. "I feel like I am sometimes." "Maybe," he said, rubbing her forehead. "But don't worry about it. You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing not a bad thing.
Life is fleeting. Don't waste a single moment of your precious life. Wake up now! And now! And now!
It takes a long time to write a book.
I'm not going to spend that much time trying to deliver a message. The reason I do it is because I want to understand something myself. It's not a delivery device, it's an inquiry device. Didactic fiction to my mind never works. It backfires.
Even though I was making documentaries, my films had fictional elements to them.
I think I like blurring those distinctions because so much of what we see on television purports to be the truth, but it's often largely imaginary - or wishful thinking, or any number of less honorable things.
By the time we, consumers, are aware of processes like genetic engineering, they're already being done. It's sort of like the war in Iraq: By the time we know about it, it's almost a fait accompli. And that's certainly true with science.
The wondrous thing about nature, her gift to us, is her wanton promiscuity.
She reproduces herself with abandon, with teeming infinite generosity.
When Im writing a novel, which is what I like to write, I get up early, sit zazen, make a pot of green tea. I wear wrist cuffs to keep my wrists warm and minimize irritation from extended contact with the surface of my desk. I sit down and write.
With the ancient is wisdom; and in length of days understanding.
You never know who it's going to be, or what they'll bring, but whatever it is, it's always exactly what is needed.
Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives.
No matter how much bullying they inflict on my body, as long as I have this hope, I can endure any pain.
...I am a time being. Do you know what a time being is? Well, if you give me a moment, I will tell you. A time being is someone who lives in time, and that means you, and me, and every one of us who is, or was, or ever will be.
There are many answers, none of them right, but some of them most definitely wrong.
But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.
It was really a means-of-production problem.
It costs so much to make films. With a novel, you can write the whole thing on a ream of paper from Staples for $4.
Life is evanescent, but left to itself it rarely fails to offer some consolation.
She missed the built environment of New York City.
It was only in an urban landscape, amid straight lines and architecture, that she could situate herself in human time and history. She missed people. She missed human intrigue, drama and power struggles. She needed her own species, not to talk to, necessarily, but just to be among, as a bystander in a crowd or an anonymous witness.
Writing a book is a way of thinking to me, the only way of thinking that I have found successful.
When I start writing novels, I go into them with a spirit of inquiry, rather than to substantiate prejudices I had in the beginning. If you don't do that, you can't write good characters.
An unfinished book. left unattended, turns feral, and she would need all her focus, will and ruthless determination to tame it again.
Fiction is an elemental force, which has the power to shape reality in its own image - or images, I should say - because reality, like light, exists not only as a single point or particle, but also as an array of possibilities.
She sat back on her heels and nodded.
The thought experiment she proposed was certainly odd, but her point was simple. Everything in the universe was constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives. That’s what it means to be a time being, old Jiko told me, and then she snapped her crooked fingers again. And just like that, you die.
The relationship between reader and writer is reciprocal in a way.
We co-create each other. We are constantly emerging out of the relationship we have with others.
That's what it feels like when I write, like I have this beautiful world in my head, but when I try to remember it in order to write it down, I change it, and I can't ever get it back.
language is magical - it's a form of conjuring. If you do it convincingly, readers will follow you.
Zazen is better than a home. Zazen is a home that you can't ever lose.
Information is a lot like water; it's hard to hold on to, and hard to keep from leaking away.
Do all kids have to worry about their parents’ mental health? The way society is set up, parents are supposed to be the grown-up ones and look after the kids, but a lot of times it’s the other way around.
I believe it doesn't matter what it is, as long as you can find something concrete to keep you busy while you are living your meaningless life.
And if you decide not to read anymore, hey, no problem, because you're not the one I was waiting for anyway. But if you decide to read on, then guess what? You're my kind of time being and together we'll make magic!
She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.
The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn’t now, then where did it go ?
Every seed has a story.
I think that if we don't learn to inhabit other people's perspectives, then we're never going to understand why people do what they do.
My mind is like a gyre and odd juxtapositions happen.
For the time being Words scatter Are they fallen leaves?
Inspiration comes from everything from the entire world, and its hard to pinpoint one thing. I can trace one inspiration to the writing of 13th-century Zen master Dogen Zenji, who writes beautifully about time.
A person is born form the deep conditions of the world.
A person pokes up from the world and roll along like a wave. Until it's time to sink down again. Up, down. Person, wave.
What if I travel so far away in my dreams that I can't get back in time to wake up?
Casting your voice out into the future is very beautiful to me.
The important thing was that we were being polite and not saying all the things that were making us unhappy, which was the only way we knew how to love each other.