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Not everything was lost in the flow of time.
We truly believed in something back then, and we knew we were the kind of people capable of believing in something—with all our hearts. And that kind of hope will never simply vanish.

That amazing time in our lives is gone, and will never return. All the beautiful possibilities we had then have been swallowed up in the flow of time.

Focusing on creating something helped me to forget everything else.

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His body needed sleep, but his mind, at least for a while, sought wakefulness.

The human heart is like a night bird. Silently waiting for something, and when the time comes, it flies straight toward it.

Force yourself to try to explain it, and you create lies.

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.

it was sad to see what used to be so fundamental to our lives faded away, and disappear.

I basically have nothing to offer to others. If you think about it, I don’t even have anything to offer myself.

[que difícil salir de allí]

If talent’s the foundation you rely on, and yet it’s so unreliable that you have no idea what’s going to happen to it the next minute, what meaning does it have?

“Talent can be a nice thing to have sometimes […] But talent only functions when it’s supported by tough, unyielding physical and mental focus. All it takes is one screw in your brain to come loose and fall off, or some connection in your body to break down, and your concentration vanishes…
and in most cases once it’s damaged, it can’t easily be restored.

“Le mal du pays” The groundless sadness called forth in a person’s heart by a pastoral landscape. Homesickness. Melancholy.
As he lightly shut his eyes and gave himself up to the music, Tsukuru felt his chest tighten with a disconsolate, stifling feeling, as if, before he’d realized it, he’d swallowed a hard lump of cloud.

...emotion that passed through his soul in the form of a dream must have canceled and negated the longing for death...