In the end, ‘Life goes on within you and without you.’ I just have a belief that this is only one little bit, the physical world is one little bit of the universe. So in the end it doesn’t really matter.
In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.
Animals never worry about Heaven and Hell. Neither do I. Maybe, that’s why we get along.
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
Sometimes the wall I’ve erected around me comes crumbling down. It doesn’t happen very often, but sometimes, before I even realize what’s going on, there I am — naked and defenseless and totally confused. At times like that I always feel an omen calling out to me, like a dark, omnipresent pool of water.
“Kafka on the Shore” - Haruki Murakami (via perbulit
Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.