Hakai Shin Korin [Destruction Deity Descent]

There is something refreshingly ironic about people lying on the beach contracting skin cancer in an attempt to acquire a purely illusory appearance of good health, while germ-laden medical waste washes up on the sand all around them. (entitled Surf's Down Forever, p. 207)

These bad actors have made a business out of publishing increasingly extreme and hateful content because it makes them money.

The moment people talk of "implementing" instead of "doing," and of "finalizing" instead of "finishing," the organization is already running a fever.

[https://shinranworks.com// The Collected Works of Shinran], 1997.

Shin'ichiro Miki (All Star Battle, Eyes of Heaven)

[https://web.archive.org/web/20070309142929/http://www.shinfujin.gr.jp/eng/1_what/index.html New Japan Women's Association]

The mantra of my entire work style is ‘Our Gujarat’. This sense of ‘ourness’ means everything to me—‘Our Gujarat, Unique Gujarat’. How do we further highlight the diversity of Gujarat, how to make it shine brighter, how do we strengthen the sense of ‘Ourness’?

Only our voices
and gray strips of palm
like shining backs 
of coleoptera,
atrocious
and suffering
under the infinite sun;
…

Companies think that they are modern because they have painted their walls in a bright colour or they allow people to bring their dogs to work. This is silly and millennial-washing. The idea is to bring in the mature generation and get them to mentor the co-work with the younger generation from a distance.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

TAIGEN Sofu (or Sufu) Sessai was a priest and a minister of IMAGAWA Yoshimoto. He was born as a son of IHARA Masamori, senior vassal of the Imagawas and is thought to be related to YAMAMOTO Kansuke, strategist of TAKEDA Harunobu (Shingen). He is one of the ministers in clerical robe in Japanese history.

Somebody,' said Jacques, 'your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour — and in the oddest places! — for the lack of it.

I can't explain why I shine and no one else shines. I think everybody shines in different things.

Though the snow-drifts of Yoshino were heaped across his path, doubt not that whither his heart is set, his footsteps shall tread out their way.

Every single man I did get to know filled me with but one desire: to lift my hand and bring it smashing down on his face.