Frases de Osamu Dazai

“Me gustan más las rosas. Pero florecen en las cuatro estaciones. Me pregunto si las personas a las que les gustan las rosas tienen que morir cuatro veces más.”

“¿Es doloroso ser la persona que espera? ¿O es más doloroso ser la persona que hace esperar a los demás? De cualquier manera, no hay necesidad de esperar más. Eso es lo más doloroso . - Osamu Dazai”

“Pensé: "Quiero morir. Quiero morir más que nunca. No hay posibilidad ahora de una recuperación. No importa qué tipo de cosas haga, no importa lo que haga, seguramente será un fracaso, solo un recubrimiento final aplicado a mi vergüenza. Ese sueño de ir en bicicleta para ver una cascada enmarcada en hojas de verano, no era para mí. Todo lo que puede pasar ahora es que un pecado desagradable y humillante se acumule en otro, y mis sufrimientos se vuelvan más agudos. Quiero morirme. Debo morir, Vivir es la fuente del pecado.”

“Como ves, yo puedo ir y venir del fondo del mar a tierra firme cuando quiera, lo que me permite observar y comparar ambos modos de vida, y te aseguro que vuestra vida en tierra firme es agobiante. Hay demasiadas críticas de unos hacia otros. Las conversaciones de la gente que vive en tierra consisten o bien en hablar mal de los demás, o bien en hacer propaganda de las bondades de uno mismo. Acaba uno harto.”

“Víctimas. Víctimas de un período de transición de la moral. Eso es lo que ambos somos.”

“En verdad que entre la Inocencia y el Mal no hay mayor separación que el grosor de una hoja de papel.”

“O quizá lo que llamamos el Mal sea, en su origen, la Estupidez.”

“En el fondo, nos hemos equivocado al prejuzgar que convertirse en un abuelito de trescientos años ha supuesto una desgracia para Urashima.”

“Ahora, ahora, ahora. Cada "ahora" que señalo con el dedo se va volando lejos para dejar paso a un nuevo "ahora"."¡Vaya! ¿¡esto qué es!?", pensé mientras bajaba las escaleras del puente. Menuda idiotez. A lo mejor es que soy demasiado feliz.”

“Es decir, que está debe ser la forma de hospitalidad de la gente verdaderamente elegante. Recibir al visitante y, a continuación, olvidarse de él. Y por añadidura, disponer de manera desordenada alrededor del visitante delicioso sake y exóticos manjares. No hay baile ni música preparados con la evidente finalidad de dar la bienvenida al visitante… Este, por su parte, no tiene necesidad de poner una cara especial para demostrar ex profeso su admiración.”

“Tu manera de hablar siempre me irrita —se enfadó de veras la tortuga—. ¿Qué es eso de vamos a probar a montarnos? ¿Probar a montarse y montarse no es, en la práctica, hacer lo mismo? Girar a la derecha mientras se duda y girar a la derecha con confianza y decisión llevan a un mismo destino. Tanto en un caso como en otro, ya no se puede uno echar atrás. Desde el momento en que pruebas llevar algo a la práctica, ya se decide tu destino. En la vida no existen las pruebas. Probar a hacerlo es lo mismo que hacerlo.”

“Este anciano es un gran aficionado al sake. Un gran bebedor suele ser, en la mayoría de los hogares, un hombre solitario. Decidir si bebe porque es un solitario o si se ha vuelto solitario porque el resto de la familia le ha dado de lado por ser bebedor es tan difícil como dar una palmada y determinar cuál de las dos manos es la que ha sonado…”

“Living itself is the source of sin.”

“I thought, “I want to die. I want to die more than ever before. There’s no chance now of a recovery. No matter what sort of thing I do, no matter what I do, it’s sure to be a failure, just a final coating applied to my shame. That dream of going on bicycles to see a waterfall framed in summer leaves—it was not for the likes of me. All that can happen now is that one foul, humiliating sin will be piled on another, and my sufferings will become only the more acute. I want to die. I must die. Living itself is the source of sin.”

“Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.”

“What did he mean by "society"? The plural of human beings?”

“He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idiot ghost.”

“As long as I can make them laugh, it doesn’t matter how, I’ll be alright. If I succeed in that, the human beings probably won’t mind it too much if I remain outside their lives. The one thing I must avoid is becoming offensive in their eyes: I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.”

“All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest. It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should I talk about, how should I say it? - I don't know.”

“My unhappiness was the unhappiness of a person who could not say no. I had been intimidated by the fear that if I declined something offered me, a yawning crevice would open between the other person's heart and myself which could never be mended through all eternity.”

“In my case such an expression as 'to be fallen for' or even 'to be loved' is not in the least appropriate; perhaps it describes the situation more accurately to say that I was 'looked after.”

“This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution.”

“Whenever I was asked what I wanted my first impulse was to answer "Nothing." The thought went through my mind that it didn't make any difference, that nothing was going to make me happy.”

“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 with me.”

“After being hurt by the world so much, they began to see the demons within humans. So without hiding it through trickery, they worked to express it.”

“Unhappiness. There are all kinds of unhappy people in the world. I suppose it would be no exaggeration to say that the world is composed entirely of unhappy people. But those people can fight their unhappiness with society fairly and squarly, and society for its part easily understands and sympathizes with such struggles. My unhappiness stemmed entirely from my own vices, and I had no way of fighting anybody.”

“The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness.”

“Mine has been a life of much shame. I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.”

“I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day.”

“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 society has designated as an outcast, I invariably feel affection for him, an emotion which carries me away in melting tenderness.”

“Is it painful to be the person who waits? Or is it more painful to be the person who makes others wait? Either way, there's no need to wait anymore. That's what is most painful." - Osamu Dazai”

“Last year nothing happened
The year before nothing happened
And the year before that nothing
happened.”

“I was frightened even by God. I could not believe in his love, only his punishment. Faith. That, I felt, was the act of facing the tribunal of justice with one's head bowed to receive the scourge of God. I could believe in hell, but it was impossible for me to believe in the existence of heaven.”

“Society. I felt as though even I were beginning at last to acquire some vague notion of what it meant. It is a struggle between one individual to another, a then-and-there struggle, in which the immediately triumph is everything.”

“I am convinced that human life is filled with many pure, happy, serene examples of insincerity, truly splendid of their kind-of people deceiving one another without (strangely enough) any wounds being inflicted, of people who seem unaware even that they are deceiving one another.”

“For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces.”

“The world, after all, was still a place of bottomless horror. It was by no means a place of childlike simplicity where everything could be settled by a simple then-and-there decision.”

“I also have the impression that many women have been able, instinctively, to sniff out this loneliness of mine, which I confided to no one, and this in later years was to become one of the causes of my being taken advantage of.”

“Virtue and vice are concepts invented by human beings, words for morality which human beings arbitrarily devise.”

“I have always shook with fright before human beings. Unable as I was to feel the least particle of confidence in my ability to speak and act like a human being, I kept my solitary agonies locked in my breast. I kept my melancholy and my agitation hidden, careful lest any trace should be left exposed. I feigned an innocent optimism; I gradually perfected myself in the role of the farcical eccentric.”

“Without a flicker of hesitatoin I inejected the morphine into my arm. My insecurity, frefulness and timidity were swept away completely; I turned into an expansively optimistic and fluent talker. The injection mademe forget how weak my body was, and I applied myself energetically to my cartoon.”