Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

by Haruki Murakami

“You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.”

As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.”

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.

If something is important enough, a little mistake isn’t going to ruin it all, or make it vanish. It might not be perfect, but the first step is actually building the station.