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Give yourself five minutes to consider how you can turn a miserable situation to your benefit and that light bulb is going to click on.
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You live by yourself for a stretch of time and you get to staring at different objects. Sometimes you talk to yourself. You take meals in crowded joints. You develop an intimate relationship with your used Subaru. You slowly but surely become a has-been.
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has-been
subaru
living-alone
intimate
things
staring
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You know what it's like when you're trying to fall asleep and it only makes you more wide awake?
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You throw a stone into a deep pond. Splash. The sound is big, and it reverberates throughout the surrounding area. What comes out of the pond after that? All we can do is stare at the pond, holding our breath.
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life-lesson
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Where I'm living is not a storybook world. It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.
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reality
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if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come in..
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Her voice was like a line from an old black-and-white Jean-Luc Godard movie, filtering in just beyond the frame of my consciousness.
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You end up exhausted and spent, but later, in retrospect, you realize what it all was for. The parts fall into place, and you can see the whole picture and finally understand the role each individual part plays. The dawn comes, the sky grows light, and the colors and shapes of the roofs of houses, which you could only glimpse vaguely before, come into focus.
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Haruki Murakami |
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There's nothing wrong with not looking like something. It just means you don't fit the stereotype yet.
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Haruki Murakami |
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GmD l`ynyn ln yGyr fy shy. l shy sykhtfy lmjrd 'nk l tryd 'n trh. bl, stjd 'n l'mr zdd swan fy lmr@ ltly@ lty tnZr fyh. hdh hw l`lm ldhy nHy fyh. 'bq `ynyk mftwHtyn `l~ ws`hm. ljbn fqT hw mn yGmD `ynyh. GmD `ynyk wsd 'dhnyk ln ywqf lzmn
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الرؤية
العالم
قوانين
الواقع
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Haruki Murakami |
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At least he never walked.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?
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Haruki Murakami |
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What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities.
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words
promises
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A deaf composer's like a cook who's lost his sense of taste. A frog that's lost its webbed feet. A truck driver with his license revoked. That would throw anybody for a loop, don't you think? But Beethoven didn't let it get to him. Sure, he must have been a little depressed at first, but he didn't let misfortune get him down. It was like, Problem? What problem? He composed more than ever and came up with better music than anything he'd ever..
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reading
inspirational
composer
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Haruki Murakami |
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It is the same with anything - you have to learn through your own experience, paying your own way. You can't learn it from a book.
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Haruki Murakami |
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What did it mean for a person to be free? she would often ask herself. Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one?
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Haruki Murakami |
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I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment-perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depth of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Things may look different to you than they did before. I've had that experience myself. But don't let appearances fool you. There's only one reality.
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Haruki Murakami |
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It made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundlessly across the blackness of outer space. The dark, lustrous eyes of the dog gazing out of the tiny window. In the infinite loneliness of space, what could Laika possibly be looking at?
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Haruki Murakami |
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The world is a huge space, but the space that will take you in - and it doesn't have to be very big - is nowhere to be found. You seek a voice, but what do you get? Silence. You look for silence, but guess what? All you hear over and over and over is the voice of this omen. And sometimes this prophetic voice pushes a secret switch hidden deep inside your brain. Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its b..
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Haruki Murakami |
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It's precisely because of the pain, the we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive--or at least a partial sense of it.
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Haruki Murakami |
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A girl doesn't always want to go out, you know, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. Sometimes she feels like being nasty--like, if the guy's gonna wait, let him really wait.
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Haruki Murakami |
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This was never any place I was meant to be. This isn't a place for me.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Our responsibility begins with our imagination.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Naoko stayed frozen in place, like a small nocturnal animal that has been lured out by the moonlight. The direction of the glow exaggerated the silhouette of her lips. Seeming utterly fragile and vulnerable, the silhouette pulsed almost imperceptibly with the beating of her heart or the motions of her inner heart, as if she were whispering soundless words to the darkness. I swallowed in hopes of easing my thirst, but in the stillness of th..
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norwegian-wood
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Haruki Murakami |
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So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.
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Haruki Murakami |
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The little things are important, Mr. Wind-Up Bird,
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Haruki Murakami |
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All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well.
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Haruki Murakami |
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We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness
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dath
nothingness
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Haruki Murakami |
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You know, they've got these chocolate assortments, and you like some but you don't like others? And you eat all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don't like as much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. Now I just have to polish these off, and everything'll be OK. Life is a box of chocolates. I suppose you could call it a philosophy.
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life
philosophy
truth
chocolate
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ice contains no future , just the past, sealed away. As if they're alive, everything in the world is sealed up inside, clear and distinct. Ice can preserve all kinds of things that way- cleanly, clearly. That's the essence of ice, the role it plays.
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Haruki Murakami |
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hnk nw` mn lkml l ymkn drkh sw~ `br ltrkm Gyr lmHdwd llnqy'S.
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Haruki Murakami |
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What's most important is what you can't see but can feel in your heart. To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless don't necessarily end up so. That's the feeling I have, as someone who's felt this, who's experienced it.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone.
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war
people
trust
the-sheep-man
kill
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Haruki Murakami |
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No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together out of my mind. I can't do it because it really happened, they are part of my life, and there is no way I can just erase them. That would be the same as erasing my own self.
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Haruki Murakami |
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But knowing what I don't want to do doesn't help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don't have an image of the one thing I really want to do. That's my problem now. I can't find the image.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Mountains, according to the angle of view, the season, the time of day, the beholder's frame of mind, or any one thing, can effectively change their appearance. Thus, it is essential to recognize that we can never know more than one side, one small aspect of a mountain.
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mountains
perspective
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Haruki Murakami |
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91291eb
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I was enveloped in numbness, and absence of feeling so deep the bottom was lost from view.
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the-wind-up-bird-chronicle
haruki-murakami
numbness
numb
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In the afternoon dark clouds suddenly color the sky a mysterious shade and it starts raining hard, pounding the roof and windows of the cabin. I strip naked and run outside, washing my face with soap and scrubbing myself all over. It feels wonderful. In my joy I shut my eyes and shout out meaningless words as the large raindrops strike me on the cheeks, the eyelids, chest, side, penis, legs, and butt - the stinging pain like a religious ini..
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Haruki Murakami |
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And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.
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time-passing
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Haruki Murakami |
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dfb3186
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Writers have to keep on writing if they want to mature, like caterpillars endlessly chewing on leaves.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I don't give a damn about what people say. They can be reptile food for all I care.
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Haruki Murakami |
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254c762
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You're optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Imagine minus 'Mack the Knife.' That's what my life would be like without you.
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Haruki Murakami |