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Whenever I look at the ocean, I always want to talk to people, but when I'm talking to people, I always want to look at the ocean.
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people
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Haruki Murakami |
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You have to wait until tomorrow to find out what tomorrow will bring.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I'm going to take you out of here ... I'm going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind my own spring. I give it some 36 good twists by the time I've got up, brushed my teeth, shaved, eaten breakfast, changed my clothes, left the dorm, and arrived at the university. I tell myself, "OK, let's make this day another good one." I hadn't noticed before, ..
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Haruki Murakami |
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I am struck by how, except when you're young, you really need to prioritize in life, figuring out in what order you should divide up your time and energy. If you don't get that sort of system set by a certain age, you'll lack focus and your life will be out of balance.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one's own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fas..
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desolation
hallucination
horizon
landscape
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Haruki Murakami |
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Our lives are like a complex musical score. Filled with all sorts of cryptic writing, sixteenth and thirty-second notes and other strange signs. It's next to impossible to correctly interpret these, and even if you could, and could then transpose them into the correct sounds, there's no guarantee that people would correctly understand, or appreciate, the meaning therein. No guarantee it would make people happy. Why must the workings of peop..
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Haruki Murakami |
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You're wrong. The mind is not like raindrops. It does not fall from the skies, it does not lose itself among other things. If you believe in me at all, then believe this: I promise you I will find it. Everything depends on this." "I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind."
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mind
love
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Haruki Murakami |
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For example, the wind has its reasons. We just don't notice as we go about our lives. But then, at some point, we are made to notice. The wind envelops you with a certain purpose in mind, and it rocks you. The wind knows everything that's inside you. And not just the wind. Everything, including a stone. They all know us very well. From top to bottom. It only occurs to us at certain times. And all we can do is go with those things. As we tak..
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wind
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Haruki Murakami |
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The right words always seemed to come too late.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Once thing goes wrong, then the whole house of cards collapses. And there's no way you can extricate yourself. Until someone comes along to drag you out.
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Haruki Murakami |
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There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, sh..
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Haruki Murakami |
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I feel like I've swallowed a cloudy sky
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creative
feelings
inspirational
sputnik-sweetheart
haruki-murakami
murakami
feeling
sky
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Haruki Murakami |
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d9fb9c4
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When something bothered me, I didn't talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that's just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Life's no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe's my own to fool with.
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free-will
life
recipe
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Haruki Murakami |
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It's the same with menus and men and just about anything else: we think we're choosing things for ourselves, but in fact we may not be choosing anything. It could be that everthing's being decided in advance and we pretend we're making choices. Free will may be an illusion. I often think that.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining.
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Haruki Murakami |
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0c4536f
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Nobody's going to win all the time. On the highway of life you can't always be in the fast lane.
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life
competition
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Haruki Murakami |
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You're really cute, Midori," I corrected myself. "What do you mean really cute?" "So cute the mountains crumble and the oceans dry up."
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Haruki Murakami |
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Let me tell you something, Mari. The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you. And once that happens, you've had it: things'll never be the same. All you can do is go on, living alone down there in the darkness...
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Haruki Murakami |
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With luck, it might even snow for us.
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Haruki Murakami |
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There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.
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Haruki Murakami |
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What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.
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life-lesson
psychology
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Haruki Murakami |
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Death is not the opposite of life but an innate part of it. By living our lives, we nurture death.
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Haruki Murakami |
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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'm in no position to hand down any advice," he said, "but there's a rule I follow when I don't know what to do." "A rule?" "If you have to choose between something that has form and something that doesn't, go for the one without form. That's my rule. Whenever I run into a wall I follow that rule, and it always works out. Even if it's hard going at the time."
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Haruki Murakami |
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If you try to use your head to think about things, people don't want to have anything to do with you
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Haruki Murakami |
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Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone's soul being blown to the far side of the world.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I've never once thought about how I was going to die," she said. "I can't think about it. I don't even know how I'm going to live."
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life
life-and-death
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Haruki Murakami |
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I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.
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writing
love
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Haruki Murakami |
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How many Sundays - how many hundreds of Sundays like this - lay ahead of me? "Quiet, peaceful and lonely," I said aloud to myself. On Sundays i didn't wind my spring."
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Haruki Murakami |
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I must be in love with this woman, Sumire realized with a start. No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. This current's too overpowering; I don't have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I've never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there's no turn..
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women
love
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Haruki Murakami |
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Pointless thinking is worse than no thinking at all.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I was in my house, alone in the living room, anxious about you, watching the flashes of lightning. And a flash of lightning lit up this truth for me, right in front of my eye. That night i lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things. Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am as a person
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Haruki Murakami |
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I'm not good at talking," Naoko said. "Haven't been for the longest while. I start to say something and the wrong words come out. Wrong or sometimes completely backward. I try to go back and correct it, but things get even more complicated and confused, so that I don't even remember what I started to say in the first place. Like I was split into two or something, one half chasing the other. And there's this big pillar in the middle and they..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.
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life
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Haruki Murakami |
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I wasn't particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don't have to die the next.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I don't know what it means to live.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I've always liked libraries. They're quiet and full of books and full of knowledge.
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Haruki Murakami |
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How wonderful it is to be able to write someone a letter! To feel like conveying your thoughts to a person, to sit at your desk and pick up a pen, to put your thoughts into words like this is truly marvelous.
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letters
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Haruki Murakami |
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When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I've had sex with lots of guys, but I think I did it mostly out of fear. I was scared not to have somebody putting his arms around me, so I could never say no. That's all. Nothing good ever came of sex like that. All it does is grind down the meaning of life a piece at a time.
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Haruki Murakami |
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In his or her own way, everyone 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 in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.
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loneliness
september
outsider
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Haruki Murakami |
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As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around.
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Haruki Murakami |