In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

But still, he reflected, I ought to wash my pajamas more often. Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen. One way to deal with that is to keep your pajamas washed. --Tengo, IQ84

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

Things change everyday. With each new dawn, it is not the same world as before. And you’re not the same person you were either.

It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.