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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 14f4078 | Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0f2dee9 | Nakata let his body relax, switched off his mind, allowing things to flow through him. This was natural for him, something he'd done ever since he was a child, without a second thought. Before long the borders of his consciousness fluttered around, just like the butterflies. Beyond these borders lay a dark abyss. Occasionally his consciousness would fly over the border and hover over that dizzying black crevasse. But Nakata wasn't afraid of.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 7de44c4 | People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 3e663b9 | Thanks to the long days of rain, the blades of grass glowed with a deep-green luster, and they gave off the smell of wildness unique to things that sink their roots into the earth. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 404140f | I go out on the porch and gaze up at the stars twinkling above, the random scattering of millions of stars. Even in a planetarium you wouldn't find as many. Some of them really look big and distinct, like if you reached your hand out intently you could touch them. The whole thing is breathtaking. Not just beautiful though--the stars like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me. What I've done up till now, what .. | life | Haruki Murakami | |
| 7e5edb4 | I wonder how it turns out that we all lead such different lives. Take you and your sister, for example. You're born to the same parents, you grow up in the same household, you're both girls. How do you end up with such wildly different personalities?...One puts on a bikini like little semaphore flags and lies by the pool looking sexy, and the other puts on her school bathing suit and swims her heart out like a dolphin... | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d3c66d3 | Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| caed053 | No matter what the situation may be, I still take pleasure in witnessing the joy of others. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 9c6a13e | I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a8cedc9 | Whenever I get into something, I shut out everything else. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 952de92 | You're , you see, and nobody else. You you, right? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 1535e96 | That's the kind of death that frightens me. The shadow of death slowly, slowly eats away at the region of life, and before you know it everything's dark and you can't see, and the people around you think of you as more dead than alive. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| cef704d | It seemed to work at first. I tried hard to forget, but there remained inside me a vague knot-of-air kind of thing. And as time went by, the knot began to take on a clear and simple form, a form that I am able to put into words, like this: Death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life. Translate into words, it's a cliche, but at the time I felt it not as words but as that knot of air inside me. Death exists - in a paperweight, in .. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 4a31370 | It's no different from building stations. If something is important enough, a little mistake isn't going to ruin it all, or make it vanish. It might not be perfect, but the first step is actually building the station. Right? Otherwise trains won't stop there. And you can't meet the person who means so much to you. If you find some defect, you can adjust it later, as needed. First things first. Build the station. A special station just for h.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 5bc9e2c | I didn't start running because somebody asked me to become a runner. Just like I didn't become a novelist because someone asked me to. One day, out of the blue, I wanted to write a novel. And one day, out of the blue, I started to run-simply because I wanted to. I've always done whatever I felt like doing in life. People may try to stop me, and convince me I'm wrong, but I won't change. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 04e5ec2 | Maybe the only thing I can definitely say about is this: That's life. Maybe the only thing we can do is accept it, without really knowing what's going on. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 4bb601e | A Word On Statistics- Out of every hundred people, those who always know better: fifty-two. Unsure of every step: almost all the rest. Ready to help, if it doesn't take long: forty-nine. Always good, because they cannot be otherwise: fourwell, maybe five. Able to admire without envy: eighteen. Led to error by youth (which passes): sixty, plus or minus. Those not to be messed with: four-and-forty. Living in constant fear o.. | wislawa-szymborska | Wisława Szymborska | |
| f390f1b | Men do, I've found, accept the most errant nonsense from a well dressed woman | Laurie R. King | ||
| 52b7db0 | A man who wouldn't cheat for a poke don't want one bad enough. --Augustus "Gus" McCrae" | sex | Larry McMurtry | |
| 76824b3 | If you remain calm in the midst of great chaos, it is the surest guarantee the it will eventually subside | Julie Andrews Edwards | ||
| d1a0ec6 | The child is small, and he includes the man; the brain is narrow, and it harbours thought; the eye is but a point, and it covers leagues | Alexandre Dumas-fils | ||
| 47ac605 | Time, dear friend, time brings round opportunity; opportunity is the martingale of man. The more we have ventured the more we gain, when we know how to wait. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| 49ec828 | bd 'nn rtkbn kthyr mn thm qbl 'n nwld..'w 'nn snn`m blkthyr mn ls`d@ b`d 'n nmwt..w' m 'Htwt lHy@ `l~ kl hdh l`dhb. | Alexandre Dumas-fils | ||
| d2c68b3 | In all times, and all countries especially in those countries which are divided within by religious faith, there are always fanatics who will be well contented to be regarded as martyrs. | religion martyrs | Alexandre Dumas | |
| 07c315b | Ours is the only civilization in history which has enshrined mediocrity as its national ideal. Others have been corrupt, but leave it to us to invent the most undistinguished of corruptions. No orgies, no blood running in the street, no babies thrown off cliffs. No, we're sentimental people and we horrify easily. True, our moral fiber is rotten. Our national character stinks to high heaven. But we are kinder than ever. No prostitute ever re.. | Walker Percy | ||
| 3548cb3 | Everything in life has a place, and when one thing moves, it must go somewhere else. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 67345bd | you are loved because I love you. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| e018474 | are you saying that the feeling of searching for a missing sock is like searching for love ? | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 587a335 | Ignorance is bliss. Knowledge is often a responsibility nobody wants. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| a3c3990 | Logical thinking keeps you from wasting time worrying, or hoping. It prevents disappointment. Imagination, on the other hand, only gets you hyped up over things that will never realistically happen. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 2603ae7 | God doesn't give people burdens they can't handle. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 0052768 | Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn't really what's true? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| f585994 | Motherhood is a Sisyphean task. You finish sewing one seam shut, and another rips open. I have come to believe that this life I'm wearing will never really fit. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 81510a2 | Here I am, wasting away inside a book I wish I could escape, and all she wants to do is stay in the story. If I could talk to this girl Delilah, I'd ask her why on earth she would ever trade a single second of the world she's in for the one in which I'm stuck | Jodi Picoult | ||
| bc05754 | She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life. | suicide | Jodi Picoult | |
| bda79f5 | We have been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 08b2c23 | You know, he told me once, completely exasperated, you've got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears for a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, then you won't be able to cry for real when you need to. | sadness jodi-picoult lone-wolf | Jodi Picoult | |
| adda2f7 | Words, for all they were flimsy and invisible, had great strength. They could be fortified as a castle wall and sharp as a foil. They could bite, slap, shock, wound. But unlike deeds, words couldn't really help you. No promise ever rescued a person; it was the carrying-through of it that brought about salvation. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 5ea09ec | The joke's on them. One little hypodermic wont' be enough. Split a piece of wood, and they'll find me. Lift up a stone, and they'll find me. Look in the mirror, and they'll find me...If you really want to know what makes someone a killer, ask yourself what would make you do it. | intriguing | Jodi Picoult | |
| 47e75e0 | Life was all about being in a certain place, at a certain time. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 72a2c5c | The night is falling down around us. Meteors rain like fireworks, quick rips in the seam of the dark... Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 83aafa3 | Although you hadn't asked why, it had less to do with you not noticing than with you not wanting to hear the answer. | misery | Jodi Picoult | |
| bcb2f96 | Just so you know, when they say "once upon a time"....they're lying. It's not once upon a time. Its not even twice upon a time. It's hundreds of times, over and over, every time someone opens up the pages of this dusty old book." -- | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 92e1aa5 | When a freedom is taken away from you, I suppose, you recognize it as a privilege, not a right. | privilege | Jodi Picoult |