Loving her, and being loved, was the only way I could hold myself together.
There are three reasons I failed. Not enough training. Not enough training. And not enough training.
Confidence; as a teenager? Because I knew what I loved. I loved to read; I loved to listen to music; and I love cats. Those three things. So, even though I was an only kid, I could be happy because I knew what I loved. Those three things haven’t changed from my childhood. I know what I love, still, now. That’s a confidence. If you don’t know what you love, you are lost.
Tomorrow is tomorrow. Today is all we have right now.
When you say you believe, you allow the possibility of disappointment. And from disappointment or betrayal, there may come despair. Such is the way of the mind.
I would begin to think that I wanted to do something, but then I would become incapable of distinguishing between the probable results of doing it and of not doing it. I often get the feeling that things around me have lost their proper balance, though it could be that my perceptions are playing tricks on me.
The real world – where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.
La linea fragile delle sue labbra era agitata da un lieve tremito che sembrava in accordo col battito del suo cuore e le vibrazioni della sua anima.
She’d become so beautiful, it defied understanding. Never had I feasted my eyes on such beauty. Beauty of a variety I’d never imagined existed. As expansive as the entire universe, yet as dense as a glacier. Unabashedly excessive, yet at the same time pared down to an essence. It transcended all concepts within the boundaries of my awareness. She was at one with her ears, gliding down the oblique face of time like a protean beam of light.
Everything has a bright side,” he said. “The top of even the blackest, thickest cloud shines like silver.
Somerset Maugham once wrote that in each shave lies a philosophy. I couldn’t agree more. No matter how mundane some action might appear, keep at it long enough and it becomes contemplative, even meditative act.
I believe that it’s not necessary to believe in the soul’s existence. But turn that around and you come to the belief that there’s no need to not believe in its existence.
The past became a long, razor-sharp skewer that stabbed right through his heart.
Nothingness means there’s absolutely nothing, so maybe there’s no need to understand it or imagine it.
And she had a special ability to separate her body and her heart. I will give you one of them, she told Tsukuru. My body or my heart. But you can’t have both. You need to choose one or the other, right now. I’ll give the other part to someone else, she said. But Tsukuru wanted all of her. He wasn’t about to hand over one half to another man. He couldn’t stand that. If that’s how it is, he wanted to tell her, I don’t need either one. But he couldn’t say it.
Besides being the world the kind of sadness that can not be expressed in tears. You can not explain it to anyone. Unable to take any shape, settles quietly in the bottom of the heart as snow during the windless night.
People who’s freedom is taken away always end up hating somebody. Right? I know I don’t want to live like that.
Beginnings are always like this. One minute everything exists, the next minute everything is lost.
What confused and disappointed me, though, was that I could never discover within her something special that existed just for me. A list of her good qualities far outstripped a list of her faults, and certainly far outshone my own, yet there was something missing, something absolutely vital.
Death exists – in a paperweight, in four red and white balls on a billiard table – and we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust.