Pluvieux

“But she must have been a wonderful person, right?” “Was she? Who was it who said loving someone is like having a mental illness that’s not covered by health insurance?”
― Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls

“In my eyes the world out there is the real world. People struggle there, grow old, grow weak, and die. Not so wonderful maybe, but isn’t that what the world’s really like? You’re supposed to accept that. And, as best I can, I join you in that. You can’t stop time, and when you die, you’re dead forever. Things that disappear are gone for good. You have to accept that that’s the way things are.”
― Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls

“Time passes ever so slowly, yet it doesn’t rewind.”
― Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls

“You search for a reasonable, convincing explanation. You need that more than anything. But nobody has one. Nobody tells you where to go now. No one consoles you or encourages you. (It wouldn’t help even if they did.) You’re left utterly alone in a desolate land. Not a single tree or blade of grass to be seen. A strong wind is already blowing in one direction there—a wind that stings the skin like tiny needles. You’ve been mercilessly excluded from a world of warmth. Isolated. With thoughts that have no outlet, lying heavy, like a lump of lead, inside you.”
― Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls