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| 1c65ebd | The first kiss plummeted him down a hole and popped him out into a world he thought he could get along in--as if he'd been pulling hard the wrong way and was now turned around headed downstream. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 16f956a | Through this feeling of helplessness suddenly burst a piercing nostalgia for the lost world of childhood. The way it came right up against the heart, that world, and against the face. No indoors or outdoors, only everything touching us, and the grown-ups lumbering past overhead like constellations. | Denis Johnson | ||
| d6b7db4 | A bus came. I climbed aboard and sat on the plastic seat while the things of our city turned in the windows like the images in a slot machine. | Denis Johnson | ||
| edea4f1 | And yet we were always being found innocent for ridiculous reasons. | Denis Johnson | ||
| dfd93c9 | This afternoon the pain occasioned by my loneliness came upon me so piercingly and intensely that I became aware that the strength which I gain through this writing thus spends itself, a strength which I certainly have not intended for this purpose. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 1da191e | What do I have in common with Jews? I hardly have anything in common with myself, and really ought to go stand myself perfectly still in a corner, grateful to be able to breathe. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 4094164 | You've seen yourself how difficult the writing is to decipher with your eyes, but our man deciphers it with his wounds. | in-the-penal-colony | Franz Kafka | |
| e7f0464 | The longer one hesitates before the door, the more estranged one becomes. | truth | Franz Kafka | |
| a8d431c | I didn't want any new clothes at all; because if I had to look ugly anyway, I wanted to at least be comfortable. I let the awful clothes affect even my posture, walked around with my back bowed, my shoulders drooping, my hands and arms all over the place. I was afraid of mirrors, because they showed an inescapable ugliness. | body-dysmorphic-disorder clothes mirrors ugliness | Franz Kafka | |
| 4e307ea | n lmr ykwn blG l'nny@ `ndm ykwn mt`ban | Franz Kafka | ||
| f69f273 | 'tkhyl nf`l ky'nyn yltqyn b`d snwt. qdym t`shr, fyZnn dhn 'nhm mrtbTn bnfs ltjrb@, bnfs ldhkryt. nfs ldhkryt? hn ybd' sw lfhm: lys ldyhm nfs ldhkryt, klhm, yHtfZ mn lqthm bthnyn 'w thlth@ mwqf SGyr@, lkn lkl mnhm m ykhSh mnh, dhkrythm l ttshbh, l ttqT`, wHt~ kmy lyst qbl@ llmqrn@: 'Hdhm ytdhkr llakhr 'kthr mm ytdhkr lakhr hw lh, 'wl l'n qdr@ ldhkr@ tkhtlf mn shkhS lakhr (mzl hdh tfsyr mqbwl mn klyhm) lkn 'yD (whdh S`b ltslym bh) l'nh lys l'.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| bfb39b5 | The young man called the waiter and paid. Then he got up and said to the girl: 'We're going.' Where to?' The girl feigned surprise. Don't ask, just come on,' said the young man. Is that any way to talk to me?' It's the way I talk to whores. | Milan Kundera | ||
| bfbefeb | tnsh' l`Tf@ bdkhln f~ Gfl@ mnW wGlban m ykwn dhlk Dd rdtn. wbmjrd 'n nt`mWd lHss bh l t`wd l`Tf@ `Tf@ , bl ttHwl l~ mHk@ `Tf@ , wl~ st`rD lh. | Milan Kundera | ||
| c433f09 | There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weights so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, with someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes. | Milan Kundera | ||
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علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة friedrich-nietzche friedrich-nietzsche حب جنس اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته love milan-kundera ميلان-كونديرا neitzsche novel نيتشه philosophy philosophy-of-life political psychological psychology religion religion-and-philoshophy sex sociology | ميلان كونديرا | |
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علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة friedrich-nietzche friedrich-nietzsche حب جنس اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته love milan-kundera ميلان-كونديرا neitzsche novel نيتشه philosophy philosophy-of-life political psychological psychology religion religion-and-philoshophy sex sociology | ميلان كونديرا | |
| c6b2882 | lw lm 'r Swrty fy lmra@, w Tulb mnWy wSf hyy'ty lkhrjy@ nTlqan mn m`rfty bnfsy, lrsmt Swr@ l Sl@ lh bSwrty lty tur~! f'n lst mTlqan m 'bdw `lyh | milan kundera | ||
| c767d7f | human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant, become absent, invisible. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| f307bf3 | Once again I come upon his famous definition of love: two solitudes that protect and border and greet each other. | Sigrid Nunez | ||
| fe0d6f5 | Those five fingers and that palm were like a display case crammed full of everything I wanted to know--and everything I had to know. By taking my hand, she showed me what these things were. That within the real world, a place like this existed. In the space of those ten seconds I became I tiny bird, fluttering in the air, the wind rushing by. From high in the sky I could see a scene far away. It was so far off I couldn't make it out clearly.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 6d92c5b | Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 73d9242 | Once you make up your mind to get rid of something, there's very little you can't discard. No - not very little. Once you put your mind to it, there's nothing you can't get rid of. And once you start tossing things out, you find yourself wanting to get rid of everything. It's as if you'd gambled away almost all your money and decided, What the hell, I'll bet what's left. Too much trouble to cling to the rest | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 419526d | Mick Jagger once boasted that 'Satisfaction' But now he's over sixty and still singing 'Satisfaction'. Some people might find this funny, but not me. When he was young, Mick Jagger couldn't imagine himself at forty-five. When I was young, I was the same. Can I laugh at Mick Jagger? No way. I just happen not to be a young rock singer. Nobody remembers what stupid things I might have said back then, so they're not about to quote them back a.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ae9e9cf | Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| dee7756 | A question. So what are people supposed to do if they want to avoid a collision (thud!) but still lie in the field, enjoying the clouds drifting by, listening to the grass grow--not thinking, in other words? Sound hard? Not at all. Logically, it's easy. C'est simple. The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams, and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time. In dreams you don't need to make any distin.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 6e68a13 | The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 212f5de | If you really want to know what's happening here and now, you've got to use your own eyes and your own judgment. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 2c29313 | Sometimes, I imagine how great it would be if we could live our lives without bothering other people. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 63d0e7b | A certain kind of shittiness, a certain kind of stagnation, a certain kind of darkness, goes on propagating itself by its own power in its own self-contained cycle. And once it passes a certain point, no one can stop it-even if the person himself wants to stop it. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 272cd7e | A poet might die at twenty-one, a revolutionary or a rock star at twenty four. But after that you assume everything's going to be all right. you've made it past Dead Man's Curve and you're out of the tunnel, cruising straight for your destination down a six lane highway whether you want it or not. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| c81c6a1 | She's always polite and kind, but her words lack the kind of curiosity and excitement you'd normally expect. Her true feelings- assuming such things exist- remain hidden away. Except for when a practical sort of decision has to be made, she never gives her personal opinion about anything. She seldom talks about herself, instead letting others talk, nodding warmly as she listens. But most people start to feel vaguely uneasy when talking with.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| e0fcfe1 | They take the circuits out of people's brains that make it possible for them to think for themselves. Their world is like the one that George Orwell depicted in his novel. I'm sure you realize that there are plenty of people who are looking for exactly that kind of brain death. It makes life a lot easier. You don't have to think about difficult things, just shut up and do what your superiors tell you to do. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 07a0b83 | My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year. It's like I was raising chickens inside me. The chickens lay eggs and the eggs hatch into other chickens, which then lay eggs. Is this any way to live a life? What with all these faults I've got going, I have to wonder. Sure, I get by. But in the end, that's not the question, is it? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| cdb8a41 | When I look back at myself at age twenty, what I remember most is being alone and lonely. I had no girlfriend to warm my body or my soul, no friends I could open up to. No clue what I should do every day, no vision for the future. For the most part, I remained hidden away, deep within myself. Sometimes, I'd go a week without talking to anybody. | haruki-murakami i loneliness lonely past remembrance | Haruki Murakami | |
| f383c59 | Flaws in oneself open you up to others with flaws. | hard-boiled-wonderland haruki-murakami | Haruki Murakami | |
| 6bda802 | It might be a little silly for someone getting to be my age to put this into words, but I just want to make sure I get the facts down clearly : I'm the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I'm the type of person who doesn't find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two everyday running alone, not speaking to anyone as well as four of five hours at my desk, to be neither difficult or boring. | life life-philosophy lifestyle personal personalities personality | Haruki Murakami | |
| c63f7bd | It's a quiet place, so people talk quietly," said Naoko. She made a neat pile of fish bones at the edge of her plate and dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief. "There's no need to raise your voice here. You don't have to convince anybody of anything, and you don't have to attract anyone's attention." | norwegian-wood | Haruki Murakami | |
| ce81d69 | If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking. That's the world of hicks and slobs. Real people would be ashamed of themselves doing that. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 7bee142 | In real life things don't go so smoothly. At certain points in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door is, more likely than not, a messenger bearing bad news. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| fdceaef | People with dark hearts have dark dreams. Those whose hearts are even darker can't dream at all. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d0a9f1a | Never being constrained, thinking about things freely--that's what you're hoping for?" "Exactly." "But it seems to me that thinking about things freely can't be easy." "It means leaving behind your physical body. Leaving the cage of your physical flesh, breaking free of the chains, and letting pure logic soar free. Giving a natural life to logic. That's the core of free thought." "It doesn't sound easy." Haida shook his head. "No, depending.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 837e293 | When the time comes, everybody's got to end up where they belong. Only me, I didn't have a place to call my own. It's like musical chairs. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ea982f3 | What's more, you're loads better than you think you are." "So why is it I get to thinking that way?" I puzzled. "That's because you're only half-living." she said briskly. "The other half is still untapped somewhere." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| cb9058b | The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality. | flee flight haruki-murakami imagination imagine japan japanese murakami reality the-wind-up-bird-chronicle | Haruki Murakami |