Mourning_elf

“sometimes i'd wake up at two or three in the morning and not be able to fall asleep again. i'd get out of bed, go to the kitchen, and pour myself a whiskey. glass in hand, i'd look down at the darkened cemetary across teh way and the headlights of the cars on the road. the moments of time linking night and dawn were long and dark. if i could cry, it might make things easier. but what would i cry over? i was too self centered to cry for other people, too old to cry for myself.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

“First Pallas and now you,” the gray-haired man said, shaking his head at Nick. “It’s like I’m running a goddamn dating service around here.”
― Julie James, A Lot like Love

“But you know Hajime, some feelings cause us pain because they remain.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

“What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?”
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines