Toshikazu Kawaguchi Quotes

For a parent, a child is a child for ever. Never ever expect ing anything in return, she was simply a mother who wanted her child to be happy, always, to shower him with love.

Fumiko saw Goro’s face as he glanced back before leaving the café. She saw his face for only a split second but he was smiling wonderfully, just like the time when he had said, “Perhaps you could buy me a coffee?

Not having any regrets might actually be my biggest regret. I wish I was capable of feeling regret.

As long as he felt that there was someone who would find joy in his success, that was enough for him.

There are many crossroads in life. All regrets stem from what happened at one moment we never imagined would happen to us. When our own action brings about an unexpected result, how can we not experience huge regret? After all, do we ever get another shot?

I could talk to her, but I couldn't' tell her anything.

He thought it was a shame, but there was no point dwelling on things one couldn't control.

His despair at life had metamorphosed into hope.

It wasn’t that he was dissatisfied with his ordinary life, or was just that from somewhere in his heart he heard, I want to find work that is worth spending a lifetime on.

At that moment, Kei’s heart sang with happiness: she was the mother of this child. She wasn’t just a parent — she was the mother of the girl standing before her. She was unable to stop the tears from gushing.

After a long silence of being lost in her feelings, Hirai managed to mutter just two words 'Thank you'. She didn't know whether that one phrase could contain all these feelings or whether it conveyed how she felt. But every part of her at that moment was invested in those two words.

You seized the happiness you have now.

The names of coffee beans mostly derive from where they are grown. In the case of mocha, the beans are grown in Yemen and Ethiopia and named after Yemen’s port city of Mocha, where they were traditionally shipped from. Kilimanjaro beans are grown in Tanzania

It wasn't until later that she learned he could barely read or write. When she found it, she asked him how he managed to read all the long letters she wrote to him. Apparently, he just allowed his eyes to wander over them. Then he just wrote in his reply the vague impression he got from his gazing. But with the last letter, after casting his eyes over it, he was overcome with a feeling that he had missed something important. He read it word for word while asking different people to tell him what the words meant - hence the long time it took to reply.

She saw his face for only a split second but he was smiling wonderfully, just like the time when he had said, “Perhaps you could buy me a coffee?