“My heart is a ladle of sweet water brimming over.”

“For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted.”

“A cup brimful of sweetness cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, no matter how suddenly jarred.”

“The melody rolled over her, as cool and sweet as water, as hopeful and lovely as sunrise.”

“We slept, all six of us, beneath a wooden roof that let in the stars, warming one another, our legs intermingled. I dreamed: and in my dreams saw women. But my heart, stained with bloodshed, grated and brimmed over.”

“Shino looked at me straight in the eye and smiled, her face brimming with a kind of inner strength. That strength seemed to gather the beads of perspiration that glistened on her brow, then sprang from her face and leapt across to my heart with a rhythm like ripples on water.”