He saw mankind going through life in a childlike manner… which he loved but also despised…. He saw them toiling, saw them suffering, and becoming gray for the sake of things which seemed to him to be entirely unworthy of this price, for money, for little pleasures, for being slightly honoured….

We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.

We are often deceived in love, often hurt, often unhappy. But we love. And with one foot in the grave, you turn to look back on your life and say to yourself, ‘I may have suffered, I may have been deceived, but I have loved. It is I who have lived, and not a fake me created by my pride and my fears.

~ une femme est une femme

I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.

~ Haruki Murakami - Sputnik Sweetheart

She stood, in a room of crumbling plaster, pressed to the window-pane, looking up at the unattainable form of everything she loved. She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.

…I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

I have found a way. A way to watch a video of you in my bed. High definition. Instant replay. thousand channels surround sound. Its called “having regrets”