Preeya

“what hurt me was actually me, myself. In the midst of that continuing, unsettled silence my feelings, like a heavy pendulum, a razor-sharp blade,”
― Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore

“We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

“In the silence of the woods it felt like I could hear the passage of time, of life passing by. One person leaves, another appears. A thought flits away and another takes its place. One image bids farewell and another one appears on the scene. As the days piled up, I wore out, too, and was remade. Nothing stayed still. And time was lost. Behind me, time became dead grains of sand, which one after another gave way and vanished. I just sat there in front of the hole, listening to the sound of time dying.”
― Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore

“Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?”
― Haruki Murakami, The Strange Library