Haruki Murakami II

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

What happens when people open their hearts?
They get better.

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment. 

Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.

Listen up - there's no war that will end all wars.