She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that peopleโs hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows whatโs at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
Haruki MurakamiI want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?
Haruki MurakamiYou make do with what you have. As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have.
Haruki MurakamiAnd it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.
Haruki Murakami