People talk of “social outcasts.” The words apparently denote the miserable losers of the world, the vicious ones, but I feel as though I have been a “social outcast” from the moment I was born. If ever I meet someone… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
I want to spend my time with people who don't look to be respected. But such good people won't want to spend their time… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“Disqualified as a human being. I had now ceased utterly to be a human being.” — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
I was afraid to board a streetcar because of the conductor; I was afraid to enter the Kabuki Theater for fear of the usherettes… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“Tomorrow will probably be another day like today. Happiness will never come my way. I know that. But it's probably best to go to… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumor that I was precocious. When I acted like an idler, rumor had it I… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
One day, I went to a soba restaurant outside town, and while I was waiting for the zarusoba I opened an old graph magazine.… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“I feel so unhappy.” I am sure that this one phrase whispered to me would arouse my sympathy more than the longest, most painstaking… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
I soon came to understand that drink, tobacco and prostitutes were all great means if dissipating (even for a few moments) my dread for… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“Of late a gloomy rain has been falling almost incessantly. Whatever I do depresses me.” — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
Last year nothing happened The year before nothing happened And the year before that nothing happened. — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“Logic, inevitably, is the love of logic. It is not the love for living human beings.” — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
But happiness is being able to hope, however faintly, for happiness. So, at least, we must believe if we are to live in the… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
