If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.
Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept(via feellng)
Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via observando)
In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via breathe-of-midwinter)
If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn’t afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they’re seventeen.
— Haruki Murakami (via observando)
If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.
— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca (via observando)