Heather Gassman

“We never ran out of things to say, and when we said good-bye at the station, I always felt there was something else, something vital, that we’d forgotten to discuss.”
― Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls

“Indeed. Loneliness is extremely hard. Whether you're alive or dead, the wasting away, the pain is exactly the same. But even so I still have the strong, vivid memories of having loved someone with all my heart. A feeling that seeped into the palms of my hands and still remains. Whether you have that warmth or not makes all the difference in the way your soul remains after death.”
― Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls

“This might be one of the issues with eternity—not knowing where you should go next. But how much value was there in a love that didn’t seek the eternal?”
― Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls

“Left alone, I stared for a long time at the traces of her she'd left behind. That graceful image faded, disappeared completely, filled in by a blank space left by nothingness.”
― Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls