“Maybe you will hurt me again. I don’t know how I’ll react then. Or maybe next time I’ll hurt you. No one can promise anything. Neither of us can make any promises.”
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun. (via dreamsthatglitter)
“It seems life is constructed in a way that no one can fulfill it alone. Just as it’s not enough for flowers to have pistils and stamens, an insect or a breeze must introduce a pistil to a stamen. Life contains its own absence, which only an other can fulfill. It seems the world is the summation of others and yet, we neither know nor are told that we will fulfill each other. We lead our scattered lives, perfectly unaware of each other. Or at times, allowed to find the other’s presence disagreeable. Why is it that the world is constructed so loosely?”
“Don’t settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don’t know what you want, be patient. The answers will come to you in time, and you may find that your heart’s desire has been right under your nose all the while.”
— Julia Quinn, To Sir Phillip, With Love (via soul-surfer)
I like solitude. I don’t mind going through the days by myself but there are nights like these when loneliness starts to creep in and it’s just hard sleeping alone.