In harmony there is nothing strange. And life is a vast harmony. I've understood this. But, you see- the moulded whimsy of a frieze on a portico keeps us from recognizing, sometimes, the symmetry of the whole. . .

He was waiting for a man with a knife to come out of a doorway at him. All this time, he told me, he had been trying to steal death from her body. By confronting it himself, he would keep it away from her.

At first things done work out. Pray and lift  yourself up and try again

For her, loneliness is something you have others remove for you. And once it’s gone, everything’s okay. Doesn’t go any further. I can’t live that way.

Written By Haruki Murakami

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