Mairi

“But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

“Forcing myself to make conversation felt like standing on a cliff, peering over the edge, about to tumble down headfirst.”
― Hiromi Kawakami, The Briefcase

“When I came back from death
it was morning,
the back door was open
and one of the buttons of my shirt had disappeared.”
― Derick Thomson

“What happiness to sit in intimate conversation with someone of like mind, warmed by candid discussion of the amusing and fleeting ways of this world ... but such a friend is hard to find, and instead you sit there doing your best to fit in with whatever the other is saying, feeling deeply alone.”
― Kenkō Hōshi (Yoshida Kenkō)