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I don't know, there's something about you. Say there's an hourglass: the sand's about to run out. Someone like you can always be counted on to turn the thing over.
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There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.
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Haruki Murakami |
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In other words, let's face it: Life is basically unfair. But even in a situation that's unfair, I think it's possible to seek out a kind of fairness. Of course, that might take time and effort. And maybe it won't seem to be worth all that. It's up to each individual to decide whether or not it is.
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Haruki Murakami |
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The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring - and all of the acts carried out - on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. All it did was embrace the heavy past with a cool, measured detachment. On the moon there was neither air nor wind. Its vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon. Aomam..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply, and there's no way to stop them. I'm out of control.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.
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Haruki Murakami |
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They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry--at someone else or at herself--which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.
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cry
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Haruki Murakami |
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The body is not the only target of rape. Violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Sometimes taking time is actually a shortcut.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Reading was like an addiction; I read while I ate, on the train, in bed until late at night, in school, where I'd keep the book hidden so I could read during class. Before long I bought a small stereo and spent all my time in my room, listening to jazz records. But I had almost no desire to talk to anyone about the experience I gained through books and music. I felt happy just being me and no one else. In that sense I could be called a stac..
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Haruki Murakami |
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The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Dance," said the Sheep Man. "Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Sodon'tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou're tired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone, okay? Justdon'tletyourfeetstop."
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Haruki Murakami |
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By living our lives, we nurture death. True as this might be, it was only one of the truths we had to learn. What I learned from Naoko's death was this: no truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without w..
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Of course it was painful, and there were times when, emotionally, I just wanted to chuck it all. But pain seems to be a precondition for this kind of sport. If pain weren't involved, who in the world would ever go to the trouble of taking part in sports like the triathlon or the marathon, which demand such an investment of time and energy? It's precisely because of the pain, precisely because we want to overcome that pain, that we can get t..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Losing you is most difficult for me, but the nature of my love for you is what matters. If it distorts into half-truth, then perhaps it is better not to love you. I must keep my mind but loose you.
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love
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Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger, and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.
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world
hard-boiled
wonderland
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The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.
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heart
growth
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We survived. You and I. And those who survive have a duty. Our duty is to do our best to keep on living. Even if our lives are not perfect.
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survive
perfect
lives
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Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.
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Haruki Murakami |
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People whose freedom is taken away always end up hating somebody.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I'm not totally mad at you. I'm just sad. You're all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
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own-world
help
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Even castles in the sky can do with a fresh coat of paint.
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Haruki Murakami |
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When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.
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Haruki Murakami |
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In dreams begins responsiblities.
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responsiblities
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Haruki Murakami |
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Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it'd lose even its imperfection.
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Haruki Murakami |
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But you know Hajime, some feelings cause us pain they remain.
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pain
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I am a flawed human being - a far more flawed human being than you realize.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step..
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life
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I do feel that I've managed to make something I could maybe call my world...over time...little by little. And when I'm inside it, to some extent, I feel kind of relieved. But the very fact I felt I had to make such a world probably means that I'm a weak person, that I bruise easily, don't you think? And in the eyes of society at large, that world of mine is a puny little thing. It's like a cardboard house: a puff of wind might carry it off ..
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philosophy
weakness
society
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It's my motto for life. 'Walk slowly; drink lots of water.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.
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Haruki Murakami |
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What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and you catch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In an instant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes. But if you close your eyes, that point of light stays with you, just barely for a few moments.
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love
longing
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I always feel as if I'm struggling to become someone else. As if I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I suppose it's part of growing up, yet it's also an attempt to re-invent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing..
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Haruki Murakami |
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I'll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel
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Haruki Murakami |
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Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I have been told I've got a darkish personality. A few times." Takahashi swings his trombone case from his right shoulder to his left. Then he says, "It's not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There's shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does. And to acquire a healthy intelligence takes a certain amount of time and effort. I don't think you have a particularly..
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Haruki Murakami |
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A person's last moments are an important thing. You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die.
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Haruki Murakami |
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People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring.
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life
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Haruki Murakami |
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Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of continual loss. Things that are important to your life begin to slip out of your grasp, one after another, like a come losing teeth. And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations. Your physical strength, your hopes, your dreams, your ideals, your convictions, all meaning, or then again, the people you love: one by one, they fade away. Some ..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Once you let yourself grow close to someone, cutting the ties could be painful.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I've never met a girl who thinks like you." "A lot of people tell me that," she said, digging at a cuticle. "But it's the only way I know how to think. Seriously. I'm just telling you what I believe. It's never crossed my mind that my way of thinking is different from other people's. I'm not trying to be different. But when I speak out honestly, everybody thinks I'm kidding or playacting. When that happens, I feel like everything is such a ..
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Haruki Murakami |
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When I wake up, my pillow's cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.
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Haruki Murakami |