Bsma

“So what can I do now?" she spoke up a minute later.
"Nothing," I said. "Just think about what comes before words. You owe that to the dead. As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn't, doesn't. Time solves most things. And what time can't solve, you have to solve yourself. Is that too much to ask?"
"A little," she said, trying to smile.
"Well, of course it is," I said, trying to smile too.
"I doubt that this makes sense to most people. But I think I'm right. People die all the time. Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if posible, sincerely. It's too easy not to make the effort, then weep and wring your hands after the person dies. Personally, I don't buy it."
Yuki leaned against the car door. "But that's real hard, isn't it?" she said.
"Real hard," I said. "But it's worth trying for.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

“Here's what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird," said May Kasahara. "Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

“و من حسن حظي أني أنام وحيداً
فأصغي إلى جسدي
و أصدّق موهبتي في اكتشاف الألم
فأنادي الطبيب، قبيل الوفاة، بعشر دقائق
عشر دقائق تكفي لأحيا مصادفة
و أخيّب ظنّ العدم
مَنْ أنا لأخيّب ظنّ العدم؟”
― محمود درويش, لا أريد لهذي القصيدة أن تنتهي

“لا استطيع احتمال ذلك، أود أن ألقي بكل شيء من النافذة، أريد أن اصرخ "لست إلا طفلة.. أنا طفلة.." وأن أذهب للاختباء بإحدى الزوايا.”
― هاروكي موراكامي, رقص... رقص... رقص...