I read Naoko's letter again and again, and each time I read it I would be filled with the same unbearable sadness I used to feel whenever Naoko stared into my eyes. I had no way to deal with it, no place I could take it to or hide it away. Like the wind passing over my body, it had neither shape nor weight, nor could I wrap myself in it.
Haruki MurakamiOnly where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.
Haruki Murakami