Beyza Cuthbert

“A sudden thought struck him - maybe I really did die. When the four of them rejected me, perhaps this young man named Tsukuru Tazaki really did pass away. Only his exterior remained, but just barely, and then over the course of the next half year, even that shell was replaced, as his body and face underwent a drastic change. The feeling of the wind, the sound of rushing water, the sense of sunlight breaking through the clouds, the colors of flowers as the seasons changed - everything around him felt changed, as if they had all been recast. The person here now, the one he saw in the mirror, might at first glance resemble Tsukuru Tazaki, but it wasn't actually him. It was merely a container, was labeled with the same name - but its contents had been replaced. He was called by that name because there was, for the time being, no other name to call him.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

“Because I have no sense of self. I have no personality, no brilliant color. I have nothing to offer. That’s always been my problem. I feel like an empty vessel. I have a shape, I guess, as a container, but there’s nothing inside. I just can’t see myself as the right person for her. I think that the more time passes, and the more she knows about me, the more disappointed Sara will be, and the more she’ll choose to distance herself from me.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

“I’m glad to know that time still keeps on flowing at four in the morning.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

“You shouldn’t fear boundaries, but you also should not be afraid of destroying them.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage