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Like flowers scattered in a storm, man's life is one long farewell
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'l tr~? l ymkn lshkhS 'n y`tny bakhr 'bd md~ lHy@. '`ny: ftrD 'nn tzwjn. Hyny'dh l bd 'n tjd `ml khll lnhr. mn sy`tny by Hynm l tkwn m`y? 'w dh dhhbta fy rHl@ `ml, mn sy`tny by Hyny'dh? hl ymkn 'n 'ltSq bk fy kl dqyq@ mn Hytn? 'y nw` mn ltwzn sykwn fy dhlk? 'y nw` mn l`lq@ stkwn tlk? `jl 'w ajl stjz` mny. sttsy'l `m knt tf`lh bHytk, wlmdh tqDy wqtk klh w'nt tr`~ hdhh lmr'@. ln 'stTy` Html dhlk.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. 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.
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On any given day, something can come along and steal our hearts. It may be any old thing: a rosebud, a lost cap, a favorite sweater from childhood, an old Gene Pitney record. A miscellany of trivia with no home to call their own. Lingering for two or three days, that something soon disappears, returning to the darkness. There are wells, deep wells, dug in our hearts. Birds fly over them." -from "Pinball, 1973"
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Maybe the world was like a revolving door, it occurred to him as his consciousness was fading away. And which section you ended up in was just a matter of where your foot happened to fall...And there was no logical continuity from one section to another. And it was because of this lack of logical continuity that choices really didn't mean very much.
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But that was the last time. That was...how should I say it? ... the one moment in my life when I was able to draw closest to Eri ... the one moment when she and I joined heart to heart as one: there was nothing separating us. After that, it seems, we grew further and further apart. We separated, and before long we were living in different worlds. That sense of union I felt in the darkness of the lift, that strong bond between our hearts, ne..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Date etiquette lesson number two: Don't die. Go on living.
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Haruki Murakami |
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No, we weren't lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for--and to do it so unconsciously.
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she was beautiful and seemingly quite intelligent, what with her pentameter search system. There wasn't a reason in the world not to find her appealing.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Dreams are the kind of things you can borrow and lend out.
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Haruki Murakami |
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When you introduce things that most readers have never seen before into a piece of fiction, you have to describe them with as much precision and in as much detail as possible. What you can eliminate from fiction is the description of things that most readers have seen.
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Haruki Murakami |
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anchyzy khh bh ndyshh mkhn rshd mydhd, drd st.
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Haruki Murakami |
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There was something odd for him about not feeling lonely. The very fact that he had ceased to be lonely caused him to fear the possibility of becoming lonely again.
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lonely
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To understand something and to put that something into a form that you can see with your own eyes are two completely different things. If you could manage to do both equally well, living would be a lot simpler (from Honey Pie)
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Haruki Murakami |
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Not being bored means not having to think about a lot of stupid stuff.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Beethoven, he learned, was a proud man who believed absolutely in his own abilities and never bothered to flatter the nobility. Believing that art itself, and the proper expression of emotions, was the most SUBLIME thing in the world, he thought political power and wealth only served one purpose: to make art possible.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Whether it's good for anything or not, cool or totally uncool, in the final analysis what's most important is what you can't see but can feel in your heart.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can't buy
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Haruki Murakami |
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I've finally experienced what the poet felt. The deep sense of loss after you've met the woman you love, have made love, then said goodbye. Like you're suffocating. The same emotion hasn't changed at all in a thousand years.
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love
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It's all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. It's just as Yeats said: "In dreams begin responsibility. Turn this on its head and you could say that where there's no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise." [...] Just like Adolf Eichmann caught up in the twisted dreams of a man named Hitler. - Oshima"
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responsibility
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kafka-on-the-shore
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The sky was painted over, a perfect uniform gray. On days like this the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the earth. And not just sounds. All kinds of things. Perceptions, for example.
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Haruki Murakami |
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We're human, after all, and everybody's got something a little off somewhere.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Are you asking because you really want an answer?
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questions
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Enough of your prattle," the old man said. "I cannot abide people who conjure up a raft of excuses, disparaging the efforts of those who have gone out of their way to help them. Such people are common trash."
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Haruki Murakami |
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Noboru Wataya is a person who belongs to a world that is the exact opposite of yours... In a world where you are losing everything, Mr.Okada, Noboru Wataya is gaining everything. In a world where you are rejected, he is accepted. And the opposite is just as true. Which is why he hates you so intensely.
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Haruki Murakami |
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The well bottom is like the bottom of the sea. Things down here stay very still, keeping their original forms, as if under tremendous pressure, unchanged from day to day. A round slice of light floats high above me: the evening sky. Looking up at it, I think about the October evening world, where "people" must be going about their lives. Beneath that pale autumn light, they must be walking down streets, going to the store for things, pre..
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I'm not trying to imply I can keep up this silent, isolated facade all the time. Sometimes the wall I've erected around me comes crumbling down. It doesn't happen very often, but sometimes, before I even realize what's going on, there I am--naked and defenseless and totally confused. At times like that I always feel an omen calling out to me, like a dark, omnipresent pool of water. ~page 10
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Haruki Murakami |
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Any explanation or logic that explains everything so easily has a hidden trap in it.
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Haruki Murakami |
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The silence lent a faint weight to the air. As though I were sitting alone, at the bottom of the sea.
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Haruki Murakami |
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No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves
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Haruki Murakami |
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Tendencies. Yougottendencies. Soevenifyoudideverythingoveragain, yourwholelife, yougottendenciestodojustwhatyoudid, alloveragain. -The Sheep Man.
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life-lessons
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kn qry' 'kthr nhman mny bkthyr, lknh tkhdh lh q`d@ fy 'n l yms ktb l'y mw'lf lm ymt qbl thlthyn sn@. ql: "dhlk hw lnw` lwHyd mn lktb ldhy 'stTy` 'n 'thq bh". w'Df: "hdh l y`ny 'nny l 'w'mn bl'db lHdyth, lknny l 'ryd tDyy` lwqt lthmyn bqr@ ktb lm yu`amWidh lzmn. lHy@ qSyr@ jd"."
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Haruki Murakami |
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In the silence of the woods it felt like I could hear the passage of time, of life passing by. One person leaves, another appears. A thought flits away and another takes its place. One image bids farewell and another one appears on the scene. As the days piled up, I wore out, too, and was remade. Nothing stayed still. And time was lost. Behind me, time became dead grains of sand, which one after another gave way and vanished. I just sat the..
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I was desperately clinging to a scrap of wood that had been swept away. In pitch-black darkness, not a single star, or the moon, visible in the sky. As long as I clung to that piece of wood I wouldn't drown, but I had no clue where I was, where I was heading.
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Haruki Murakami |
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he made it a rule never to touch a book by any author who had not been dead at least 30 years. "That's the only kind of book I can trust", he said. "It's not that I don't believe in contemporary literature," he added, "but I don't want to waste valuable time reading any book that has not had the baptism of time. Life is too short."
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As time passes, memory, inevitably, reconstitutes itself.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I need to learn not just to forget but to forgive.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Like the sound of a velvet curtain being drawn aside on a peaceful morning to let sunlight wake someone very special to you.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Life is basically unfair. But even in a situation that's unfair, I think it's possible to seek a kind of fairness.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I have a thing about losers. Flaws in oneself open you up to others with flaws.
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Haruki Murakami |
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No quiero que vuelvas a marcharte. No puedo vivir sin ti. No quiero volver a perderte. No quiero volver a oir las palabras <>. Ni tampoco <>. Eso pense. Dices que, por una temporada, no podemos vernos y entonces desapareces. Pero nadie puede saber si volveras. No tengo ninguna certeza. Tal vez no regreses jamas. Es posible que llegue al fin de mis dias sin haberte reencontrado. Y eso me resulta insoportable. Todo c..
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Their hearts, lost in thought, slowly tick away time. When we pass each other on the road, we listen to the rhythm of each other's breathing, and sense the way the other person is ticking away the moments.
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Haruki Murakami |
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That's what we all do: endlessly take the long way around.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Originality is nothing but judicious imitation. So said Voltaire, the realist." "You agree with that?" "Everything has boundaries. The same holds true with thought. You shouldn't fear boundaries, but you also should not be afraid of destroying them. That's what is most important if you want to be free: respect for and exasperation with boundaries."
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