In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn't tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.
Haruki MurakamiI would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.
Haruki MurakamiYou always look so cool, like no matter what happens, itโs got nothing to do with you, but youโre not really like that. In your own way, youโre out there fighting as hard as you can, even if other people canโt tell by looking at you.
Haruki MurakamiThe things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words.
Haruki Murakami