The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness.
Japanese author
He wrote about despair with such clarity that readers still can't look away. No Longer Human — his final novel before his 1948 death — became one of the best-selling books in Japanese history, a portrait of alienation so precise it reads like confession.
Shūji Tsushima was born in 1909 and took the pen name Osamu Dazai, drawing on Dostoevsky, Akutagawa, and Murasaki Shikibu to shape a voice steeped in psychological unraveling. The Setting Sun made him a fixture of postwar Japanese literature, but it was No Longer Human — published the year he died — that became his defining work, the one that traveled farthest beyond Japan. He also wrote under the name Shunpei Kuroki for Illusion of the Cliffs. He drowned in June 1948, six days before his thirty-ninth birthday, leaving behind novels that turned self-interrogation into an art form.
Sourced, dated quotes from Osamu Dazai
The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness.
I have always shook with fright before human beings.
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.
There are some people whose dread of human beings is so morbid that they reach a point where they yearn to see with their own eyes monsters of ever more horrible shapes.
Though I have always made it my practice to be pleasant to everybody, I have not once actually experienced friendship.
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