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Life cannot be captured. Human heart cannot be captured. The moment of creation itself is fleeting.

Hachi: A Dog’s Tale Quotes



 I’m a lot older than you but I tend to think that there’s an element of music that cannot be captured. Life cannot be captured. Human heart cannot be captured. The moment of creation itself is fleeting


I never met my grandfather, he died when I was just a little baby.

But when I hear about him and Hachi, I feel like I know him.

They taught me the meaning of loyalty. That you should never forget anyone

that you loved. And that’s why Hachi will forever be my hero.



Look, you don’t have to wait anymore.

He’s not coming back.



Wait for me, and I’ll come back!

Wait for me, and I’ll come back! 
Wait with all you’ve got! 
Wait, when dreary yellow rains 
Tell you, you should not. 
Wait when snow is falling fast, 
Wait when summer’s hot, 
Wait when yesterdays are past, 
Others are forgot. 
Wait, when from that far-off place, 
Letters don’t arrive. 
Wait, when those with whom you wait 
Doubt if I’m alive. 

Wait for me, and I’ll come back! 
Wait in patience yet 
When they tell you off by heart 
That you should forget. 
Even when my dearest ones 
Say that I am lost, 
Even when my friends give up, 
Sit and count the cost, 
Drink a glass of bitter wine 
To the fallen friend – 
Wait! And do not drink with them! 
Wait until the end! 

Wait for me and I’ll come back, 
Dodging every fate! 
“What a bit of luck!” they’ll say, 
Those that would not wait. 
They will never understand 
How amidst the strife, 
By your waiting for me, dear, 
You had saved my life. 
Only you and I will know 
How you got me through. 
Simply – you knew how to wait – 
No one else but you. 


Konstantin Simonov


If you can keep your head when all about you aw9JJOGbXbk
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 
But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, 
Or being hated don’t give way to hating, 
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; 
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim, 
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster 
And treat those two impostors just the same:

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken 
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, 
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 
And lose, and start again at your beginnings, 
And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 
To serve your turn long after they are gone, 
And so hold on when there is nothing in you 
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch, 
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, 
If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute 
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, 
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, 
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling