How many Sundays - how many hundreds of Sundays like this - lay ahead of me? โQuiet, peaceful, and lonely,โ I said aloud to myself. On Sundays, I didn't wind my spring.
Haruki MurakamiI get irritated, I get upset. Especially when I'm in a hurry. But I see it all as part of our training. To get irritated is to lose our way in life.
Haruki Murakami