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ba1cfe6
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Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
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loneliness
science-fiction
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Haruki Murakami |
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3bae3b2
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But what seems like a reasonable distance to one person might feel too far to somebody else.
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Haruki Murakami |
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b469945
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I hurt myself deeply, though at the time I had no idea how deeply. I should have learned many things from that experience, but when I look back on it, all I gained was one single, undeniable fact. That ultimately I am a person who can do evil. I never consciously tried to hurt anyone, yet good intentions notwithstanding, when necessity demanded, I could become completely self-centred, even cruel. I was the kind of person who could, using so..
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good-intentions
self-centered
looking-back
wound
hurt
evil
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Haruki Murakami |
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21349a4
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Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.
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life
explain
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Haruki Murakami |
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d65765b
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Most people are not looking for provable truths. As you said, truth is often accompanied by intense pain, and almost no one is looking for painful truths. What people need is beautiful, comforting stories that make them feel as if their lives have some meaning. Which is where religion comes from.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Have you heard of the illness ? Try to imagine this: You're a farmer, living all alone on the Siberian tundra. Day after day you plow your fields. As far as the eye can see, nothing. To the north, the horizon, to the east, the horizon, to the south, to the west, more of the same. Every morning, when the sun rises in the east, you go out to work in your fields. When it's directly overhead, you take a break for lunch. When it sinks in the we..
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madness
hysteria-siberiana
arctic
farmer
emptiness
siberia
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Haruki Murakami |
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84be28a
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Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.
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Haruki Murakami |
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8d173b6
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Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Say you're running and you think, 'Man, this hurts, I can't take it anymore. The 'hurt' part is an unavoidable reality, but whether or not you can stand anymore is up to the runner himself.
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Haruki Murakami |
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f1ac00a
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Beyond the edge of the world there's a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.
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world
loop
signs
emptiness
substance
edge
space
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Haruki Murakami |
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f4b4aab
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All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Things like that happen all the time in this great big world of ours. It's like taking a boat out on a beautiful lake on a beautiful day and thinking both the sky and the lake are beautiful. So stop eating yourself up alive. Things will go where they're supposed to go if you just let them take their natural course.
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Haruki Murakami |
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d71be09
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I've been lonely for so long. And I've been hurt so deeply. If only I could have met you again a long time ago, then I wouldn't have had to take all these detours to get here.' Tengo shook his head. 'I don't think so. This way is just fine. This is exactly the right time. For both of us. [...] We needed that much time.... to understand how lonely we really were.
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love
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Haruki Murakami |
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9034860
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Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.
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Haruki Murakami |
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3764ef0
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That's why I like listening to Schubert while I'm driving. Like I said, it's because all his performances are imperfect. A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I'm driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of..
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Haruki Murakami |
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8dfc9b0
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Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely.
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Haruki Murakami |
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48fed47
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If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price.
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Haruki Murakami |
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3a8f93c
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The sad truth is that certain types of things can't go backward. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can't go back the way they were. If even one little thing goes awry, then that's how it will stay forever.
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Haruki Murakami |
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26ac4a5
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Hatred is like a long, dark shadow. Not even the person it falls upon knows where it comes from, in most cases. It is like a two-edged sword. When you cut the other person, you cut yourself. The more violently you hack at the other person, the more violently you hack at yourself. It can often be fatal. But it is not easy to dispose of. Please be careful, Mr.Okada. It is very dangerous. Once it has taken root in your heart, hatred is the mos..
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Haruki Murakami |
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This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone. You have to realize it's going to be a long process and that you'll work on things slowly, one at a time.
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faith
truth
long-process
desperate
thread
patience
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Haruki Murakami |
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1b59894
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In the world we live in, what we and what we are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.
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Haruki Murakami |
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f56ed0f
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The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you're supposed to go up and down when you're supposed to go down. When you're supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you're supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there's no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness.
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Haruki Murakami |
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eef1ede
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I wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.
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sex
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Haruki Murakami |
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62bb7f7
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To know one's own state is not a simple matter. One cannot look directly at one's own face with one's own eyes, for example. One has no choice but to look at one's reflection in the mirror. Through experience, we come to believe that the image is correct, but that is all.
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Haruki Murakami |
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7a8c950
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As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abbys of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was t..
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Haruki Murakami |
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c194b10
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It's easy to forget things you don't need anymore.
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inspirational
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Haruki Murakami |
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e46ed84
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When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it. That's what I think. It's just a form of sincerity.
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sincerity
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Haruki Murakami |
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8136d91
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A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else.
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self-love
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Haruki Murakami |
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0223b05
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Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.
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storyteller
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Haruki Murakami |
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234c2bf
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A strange, terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will--over and over.
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Haruki Murakami |
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235e377
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I'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.
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the-wind-up-bird-chronicle
haruki-murakami
may-kasahara
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Haruki Murakami |
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fd43fca
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I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.
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Haruki Murakami |
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f1de5fe
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I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person's attitude so that they wouldn't get any closer. I didn't easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music
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Haruki Murakami |
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7531bd0
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No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal.
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Haruki Murakami |
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875ab0a
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Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.
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nagasawa
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Haruki Murakami |
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0de2f9a
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Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.
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winter
music
thawing
warmth
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Haruki Murakami |
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2359afd
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People die all the time. Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely. It's too easy not to make the effort, then weep and wring your hands after the person dies.
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life
fragile
effort
sincerity
regrets
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Haruki Murakami |
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c3d736f
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Maybe it's just hiding somewhere. Or gone on a trip to come home. But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows -- maybe even tomorrow.
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love
tomorrow
hiding
trip
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Haruki Murakami |
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ac086b9
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Still, being able to feel pain was good, he thought. It's when you can't even feel pain anymore that you're in real trouble.
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Haruki Murakami |
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ba83099
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If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well.
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Haruki Murakami |
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2958c0d
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I'm free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can't really understand what it means. All I know is I'm totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who's lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don't know, and I give up thinking about it.
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Haruki Murakami |
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d2bb6b2
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If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever--something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.
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leaving
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Haruki Murakami |
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f321a5f
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Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.
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Haruki murakami |
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f99cdbd
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When you are used to the kind of life -of never getting anything you want- you stop knowing what it is you want.
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inspirational
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Haruki Murakami |
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e151052
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If you're young and talented, it's like you have wings.
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youth
writing
talent
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Haruki Murakami |