Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes can’t see

Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes can’t see

Memories are what warm you up from the inside, but they’re also what tear you apart // Haruki Murakami

The only devils in this world are those running around in our own hearts, and that is where all our battles should be fought.

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Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.

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