Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.
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Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
Coming this October: Killing Commendatore, the much-anticipated new novel from Haruki Murakami An instant #1 New York Times Bestseller, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage is the remarkable sto
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Still, being able to feel pain was good, he thought. It’s when you can’t even feel pain anymore that you’re in real trouble.
I just want to think deeply about things. Contemplate ideas in a pure, free sort of way. That’s all.
There are certain things, no matter what, you have to keep inside.
Never let fear and stupid pride make you lose someone who’s precious to you.
Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.
The right words always seemed to come too late.
You don’t need to force yourself to like me…I don’t even like myself much.
Of course if he wanted to escape, he could do so. The prison was, after all, his own heart.
She was always an introvert, but at her core there had been something vital and alive, something that even she wasn’t totally aware of. That light, that radiance used to leak out by itself, emerging from between the cracks.
I might have been afraid that if I really loved someone and needed her, one day she might suddenly disappear without a word, and I’d be left all alone.
Of course if he wanted to escape, he could do so. The prison was, after all, his own heart.
We survived. You and I. And those who survive have a duty. Our duty is to do our best to keep on living. Even if our lives are not perfect.
You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them
No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal.
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is w…
I’ve been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.