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All you have to do is wait," I explained. "Sit tight and wait for the right moment. Not try to change anything by force, just watch the drift of things. Make an effort to cast a fair eye on everything. If you do that, you just naturally know what to do. But everyone's always too busy. They're too talented, their schedules are too full. They're too interested in themselves to think about what's fair."
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Haruki Murakami |
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But intolerant,narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host,change form,and continue to thrive. They're a lost cause, and I don't want anyone like that coming in here.
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Haruki Murakami |
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06463ad
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It's not as if our lives are simply divided into light and dark. There's a shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does.
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understanding
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Haruki Murakami |
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0b5e2da
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Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.
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Haruki Murakami |
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318f97c
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Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.
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Haruki Murakami |
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There were plenty of women around who dressed smartly, and plenty more who dressed to impress, but this girl was different. Totally different. She wore her clothing with such utter naturalness and grace that she could have been a bird that had wrapped itself in a special wind as it made ready to fly off to another world. He had never seen a woman who wore her clothes with such apparent joy. And the clothes themselves looked as if, in being ..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Anyway, it seems to me that the way most people go on living (I suppose there are a few exceptions), they think that the world of life (or whatever) is this place where everything is (or is supposed to be) basically logical and consistent.... It's like when you put instant rice pudding mix in a bowl in the microwave and push the button, and you take the cover off when it rings, and there you've got rice pudding. I mean, what happens in betw..
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fate
life
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Haruki Murakami |
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It is sometimes necessary for each person. Fill up with delicious food, get drunk, sing loudly and chat frivolously.
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Haruki Murakami |
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What if I've forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.
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Haruki Murakami |
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519b0f9
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Don't you see? You and he might never cross paths again. Of course, a chance meeting could occur, and I hope it happens. I really do, for your sake. But realistically speaking, you have to see there's a huge possibility you'll never be able to meet him again. And even if you do meet, he might already be married to somebody else. He might have two kids. Isn't that so? And in that case, you may have to live the rest of your life alone, never ..
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people
life
love
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Haruki Murakami |
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5d56159
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I'm not very good at giving anyone a clear no.
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Haruki Murakami |
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d87d471
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Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.
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Haruki Murakami |
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daea7e7
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It's not me but the world that's deranged.
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world
life
society
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Haruki Murakami |
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0049eb9
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She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.
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Haruki Murakami |
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0b11fbf
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Mental acuity was never born from comfortable circumstances.
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Haruki Murakami |
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17eb193
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The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.
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Haruki Murakami |
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6d3eca8
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What if I've forgotten the most important thing?
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Haruki Murakami |
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b47a147
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There are symbolic dreams-- dreams that symbolize some reality. Then there are symbolic realities -- realities that symbolize a dream. Symbols are what you might call the honorary town councillors of the worm universe. In the worm universe, there is nothing unusual about a dairy cow seeking a pair of pliers. A cow is bound to get her pliers sometime. It has nothing to do with me.
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symbols
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Haruki Murakami |
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0072216
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Listen up--there's no war that will end all wars,' Crow tells me. 'War breeds war. Lapping up the blood shed by violence, feeding on wounded flesh. War is a perfect, self-contained being. You need to know that.
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Haruki Murakami |
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d27d5da
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Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another.
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hearts
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Haruki Murakami |
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8355b7b
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So this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little.
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Haruki Murakami |
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e41400a
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Hajime," she began, "the sad truth is that some things can't go backwards. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can't go back to the way they were. If one little thing goes awry, then that's how it will stay forever."
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Haruki Murakami |
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If there's something I can't do but want to, I won't relax until I'm able to do it.
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Haruki Murakami |
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b2b415a
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It's the first thing I always say at our new employee training seminars. I gaze around the room, pick one person, and have him stand up. And this is what I say: I have some good news for you, and some bad news. The bad news first. We're going to have to rip off either your fingernails or your toenails with pliers. I'm sorry, but it's already decided. It can't be changed. I pull out a huge, scary pair of pliers from my briefcase and show the..
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Haruki Murakami |
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d2351f5
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History cannot be erased or altered.Because that would mean killing yourself.
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wise-words
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Haruki Murakami |
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778e731
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At the same time, my anxiety had turned into an anxiety quite lacking in anxiousness. And any anxiety that is not especially anxious is, in the end, an anxiety hardly worth mentioning.
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Haruki Murakami |
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46971ae
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Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.
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sex
toru-watanabe
norwegian-wood
orgasm
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Haruki Murakami |
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a31e6e0
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My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.
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Haruki Murakami |
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454da8a
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He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn't able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.
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void
sad
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Haruki Murakami |
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7771c16
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Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.
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rain
spirit
clarity
colours
prose
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Haruki Murakami |
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57fbcfc
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Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it may go on. The heart and flesh of an empty shell give birth to nothing more than the life of an empty shell.
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Haruki Murakami |
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4ffc06a
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Age certainly hadn't conferred any smarts on me. Character maybe, but mediocrity is a constant, as one Russian writer put it. Russian writers have a way with aphorisms. They probably spend all winter thinking them up.
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Haruki Murakami |
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He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.
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Haruki Murakami |
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ca819c7
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If only I could fall sound asleep and wake up in my old reality!
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reality
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Haruki Murakami |
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10d20b4
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Life: I'll never understand it.
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Haruki Murakami |
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4164c72
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Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate resonance of longing. Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something. "Goodbye, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. See you again sometime."
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Haruki Murakami |
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b7c39a2
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It's not right for one friend to do all the giving and the other to do all the taking: that's not read friendship.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I wondered if she was trying to convey something to me, something she could not put into words - something prior to words that she could not grasp within herself and which therefore had no hope of ever turning into words.
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Haruki Murakami |
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75b9b70
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We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.
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Haruki Murakami |
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a27b81f
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Probably." "Again with the probablys." "A world full of probablys," she said."
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Haruki Murakami |
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ba057ba
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I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.
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loneliness
love
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Haruki Murakami |
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d284c6e
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Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person's heart and dissolve it.
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Haruki Murakami |
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615894c
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They tell us that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself,but I don't believe that." he said. Then, a moment later, he added: "Oh,the fear is there, all right. It comes to us in many different forms, at different times, and overwhelms us. But the most frightening thing we can do at such times is to turn our backs on it, to close our eyes. For then we take the most precious thing inside us and surrender it to something else. In my cas..
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Haruki Murakami |
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91e8bbf
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Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.
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Haruki Murakami |