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More Quotes by Haruki Murakami
Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.
No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.
It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
But I didn't understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
