“From the time I was very small, I felt no resistance whatsoever to the feeling of love. I loved Marie, and I loved many other things as well. It didn't matter what the thing was; I loved it all the… — Moto Hagio Copy Share
“Each has something hidden in his breast. In youthful days that are yet transparent. Yearning... comes softly. Love announces its coming haltingly, timidly. Youth flies by in the blink of an eye. Days not soon forgotten...” — Moto Hagio Copy Share Image
“From the time I was very small, I felt no resistance whatsoever to the feeling of love. I loved Marie, and I loved many other things as well. It didn't matter what the thing was; I loved it all the same. A book. A house. A bird. A song. They were all connected at their roots, and the feeling that… — Moto Hagio Copy Share
“Each has something hidden in his breast. In youthful days that are yet transparent. Yearning... comes softly. Love announces its coming haltingly, timidly. Youth… — Moto Hagio Copy Share Image
Meeting someone is God's doing, but parting is what humans do themselves. — Moto Hagio Copy Share Image
