Kat

“The right words always seemed to come too late.”
― 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

“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“I dont think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.”
― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha