“It was the usual noontime university scene, but as I sat watching it with renewed attention, I became aware of a certain fact. In his or her own way, each person I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn't tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon of September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness that was new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.”
Book:Norwegian Wood