Sebastian

“Some things in life are just to complicated to explain in any language.'
Olga was absolutely right, Tsukuru thought as he sipped his wine. Not just to explain to others, but to explain to yourself. Force yourself to try to explain it, and you create lies.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

“Maybe I am fated to always be alone, Tsukuru found himself thinking. People came to him, but in the end they always left. They came, seeking something, but either they couldn’t find it, or were unhappy with what they found (or else they were disappointed or angry), and then they left. One day, without warning, they vanished, with no explanation, no word of farewell. Like a silent hatchet had sliced the ties between them, ties through which warm blood still flowed, along with a quiet pulse.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

“Talent is like a container. You can work as hard as you want, but the size will never change. It’ll only hold so much water and no more.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

“Días después le vinieron a la mente las palabras que debió haber dicho. Por algún motivo, las palabras adecuadas siempre llegan demasiado tarde.”
― Haruki Murakami, 色彩を持たない多崎つくると、彼の巡礼の年