With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.
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 MurakamiYouโre optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.
Haruki Murakami