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“Yesterday, I had a dream... A dream I have had since long ago. In that dream, we had yet to turn 13. We were in a vast countryside, completely covered with snow. The lights of the houses extended far into the distance, a dazzling sight. We walked on the thick caprpet of fresh snow, but did not leave any footprints. And like that... 'Someday we will be able to watch the cherry blossoms together again'. Both of us, without any doubt... That's what we thought.”
― Makoto Shinkai, 5 Centimeters per Second

“Who cares if we don't see the sunshine again, I want you more than any blue sky." - Hodaka”
― Makoto Shinkai, Weathering With You

“Her, enveloped in the smell of the snow, and her cold fingertips, and the sound of the black clouds drifting through the sky so high above, and her heart, and my feelings, and our apartment. . . The snow soaks up every sound. Only the sounds of the train she rides reach my pricked-up ears. I . . . and probably she, too . . . like this world, I think.”
― Makoto Shinkai, She and Her Cat

“The only one waiting at home for me is my cat!”
― Makoto Shinkai, She and Her Cat

“When she came home, she smelled the way I like. But . . . her face seemed sadder than when she left.”
― Makoto Shinkai, She and Her Cat

“And then after that long, long phone call, she wept.”
― Makoto Shinkai, She and Her Cat

“Let's go home together.”
― Makoto Shinkai, She and Her Cat

“She's always ready with a kind smile for me. But . . . sometimes, that can be intensely frustrating.”
― Makoto Shinkai, She and Her Cat

“It was a terminal station during the commuter rush. The backs of the crowd formed a sort of current, surging through the automatic ticket gate one after another, and the sight didn't surprise me or trigger any real emotion. When had I stopped being startled by how many people lived in one town, each of them with their own separate lives? I was aware of the fatigue I was carrying. I was thirty-one, and the weariness of those thirty-one years had seeped into me. It wasn't that big a deal. But it was not nothing, either.”
― Arata Kanoh, The Place Promised in Our Early Days