Painful is the stress when one cannot reproduce or convey vividly to others, however hard he tries, what he's experienced so intensely.
Haruki MurakamiYouโre here,โ I continued. โAt least you look as if youโre here. But maybe you arenโt. Maybe itโs just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but youโve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?
Haruki MurakamiI wrote a huge number of letters that spring: one a week to Naoko, several to Reiko, and several more to Midori. I wrote letters in the classroom, I wrote letters at my desk at home with Seagull in my lap, I wrote letters at empty tables during my breaks at the Italian restaurant. It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life.
Haruki MurakamiHe sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.
Haruki Murakami