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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cebc79e | Tell me something, Mari--do you believe in reincarnation?" Mari shakes her head. "No, I don't think so," she says. "So you don't think there's a life to come?" "I haven't thought much about it. But it seems to me there's no reason to believe in a life after this one." "So once you're dead there's just nothing?" "Basically." "Well, I think there has to be something like reincarnation. Or maybe I should say I'm scared to think there isn't.. | nothingness reincarnation | Haruki Murakami | |
| a26e0b6 | When I thought of how I'd been living, how I'd been approaching life, it was all so trite, so miserably pointless. Unimaginative middle-class rubbish, and I wanted to gather it all up and stuff it away in some drawer. Or else light it on fire and watch it go up in smoke (though what kind of smoke it would emit I had no idea). | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ea15748 | She was a keen observer, a precise user of language, sharp-tongued and funny. She could stir your emotions. Yes, really, that's what she was so good at - stirring people's emotions, moving you. And she knew she had this power...I only realized later. At the time, I had no idea what she was doing to me. | emotional norwegian-wood | Haruki Murakami | |
| 9818625 | Far away a crow caws. The earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details there are dreams. And everyone's living in them. | murakami | Haruki Murakami | |
| e1862f1 | How can those who live in the light of day possibly comprehend the depths of night? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0b5cca4 | Sometimes you're just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer holidays and a brand-new puppy all rolled into one. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0f448c3 | Naoko took her left hand from her pocket and squeezed my hand. 'Don't worry,' she said. 'You'll be O.K. could go running all around here in the middle of the night and you'd fall into the well. And as long as I stick with you, I won't fall in, either.' Never?' Never!' How can you be so sure?' I just know,' she said, increasing her grip on my hand and continuing on for a ways in silence. 'I know these things. I'm always right. It's got.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 2b10c6a | You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost. Mark my words: as soon as the bones mend, you will forget about the fracture. | slef-healing | Haruki Murakami | |
| 67a72fa | My father always told me: 'Give somebody a hand and he'll take an arm. | help | Haruki Murakami | |
| 9cfd5fe | You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 144d3ae | Of course, reading novels was just another form of escape. As soon as he closed their pages he had to come back to the real world. But at some point Tengo noticed that returning to reality from the world of a novel was not as devastating a blow as returning from the world of mathematics. Why should that have been? After much deep thought, he reached a conclusion. No matter how clear the relationships of things might become in the forest of .. | mathematics novels reading | Haruki Murakami | |
| c3c9867 | I just put my heart into it. That's the difference. It's a question of attitude. If you really work at something, you can do it, up to a point. If you really work at being happy, you can do it, up to a point...Anything more than that is luck. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0184b3a | I'm struck by how pitiful and pointless this little container called is, what a lame, shabby being I am. I feel like everything I've ever done in life has been a total waste. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| b6f6b7e | When you're surrounded by endless possibilities, one of the hardest things you can do is pass them up. | nagasawa | Haruki Murakami | |
| ba64010 | The curious thing about individuals is that their singularity always goes beyond any category or generalization in the book. | individuals singularity | Haruki Murakami | |
| cf06068 | In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass -but slowly, taking its own time, and leav.. | heart magnolias may pain trembling | Haruki Murakami | |
| 980044c | It felt like he'd been dragged through the nine circles of hell -- by his testicles. | erotica fantasy humor m-m-paranormal m-m-romance | Kay Berrisford | |
| 9dd58d3 | In the words of Heisenberg, "What we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning." | Fritjof Capra | ||
| 089a674 | However, the mind has an amazing ability to continue worrying away at a problem all on its own, so that when the "Eureka!" comes it is as mysterious as if it were God speaking." | Laurie R. King | ||
| 864554d | The officers saluted as she passed and gravely bowed. They walked back across the courtyard and got into their chairs. She saw Waddington light a cigarette. A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man. | W. Somerset Maugham | ||
| 82099eb | joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| 14a0916 | I maintain my pride in the face of men, but I abandon it before God, who drew me out of nothingness to make me what I am. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| b40f4da | It is quite rare for God to provide a great man at the necessary moment to carry out some great deep, which is why when this unusual combination of circumstance does occur, history at once records the name of the chosen one and recommends him to the admiration of posterity. | posterity | Alexandre Dumas | |
| b80aea6 | Why do you mention my father?' screamed he; 'Why do you mingle a recollection of him with the affairs of today?' Because I am he who saved your father's life when he wished to destroy himself, as you do today-because I am the man who sent the purse to your young sister, and the Paraon to Old Morrel-because I am the Edmond Dantes who nursed you, a child, on my knees. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| 4cda592 | I'm going to heaven! I replied. -What do you mean, you're going to heaven? -Let me pass. -And what will you do in heaven, my poor child? -I'm going there to kill God, who killed Daddy. | death god revenge | Tom Reiss | |
| 8c1c37a | It was like the eve of a battle; the hearts beat, the eyes laughed, and they felft that the life they were perhaps going to lose, was after all, a good thing. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| d5320e8 | Friendship throws out deep roots in honest hearts, D'Artagnan. Believe me, it is only the evil-minded who deny friendship; they cannot understand it. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| c0c935c | There's always a bit of suspense about the particular way in which a given school year will get off to a bad start. | humor school | Frank Portman | |
| 7842c42 | It seemed the world was divided into good and bad people. The good ones slept better, [Cloquet thought,] while the bad ones seemed to enjoy the waking hours much more. | good sleep | Woody Allen | |
| a5bd060 | Most journeys have a clear beginning, but on some the ending is less well-defined. The question is, at what point do you bite your lip and head for home? | ending journey quest | Tahir Shah | |
| 248b6fb | I couldn't see his face, because the light came in from behind him and he was in shadow, and he said, "I am Picasso." And I said, "Well, so what?" | Steve Martin | ||
| 42097c1 | she is nearing forty and not so easily forgiven as when her skin bloomed like roses. | truth | Steve Martin | |
| 3a261a3 | Most people go in bookshops and have no idea what they want to buy. Somehow, the books sit there, almost magically willing people to pick them up. The right person for the right book. It's as though they already know whose life they need to be a part of, how they can make a difference, how they can teach a lesson, put a smile on a face at just the right time... | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| adb3adc | Fairy tales are such evil little stories for young children. Every time I'm in a mess I expect a long-haired posh-speaking man to come trotting into my life (on a horse of course, literally trotting himself . . . ) Then you realize you don't want a long-haired posh-speaking man trotting into your life because he's the one who put you in the bloody mess in the first place. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 07807c8 | This story is about people,secrets and time.About people who, not unlike parcels,hide secrets,who cover themselves with layers until they present themselves to the right ones who can unwrap them and see inside. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| ab61230 | And that is how Goodwin problems were always fixed. Fix them on the surface but don't go to the root, always ignoring the elephant in the room. I think that morning was when I realized I'd grown up with an elephant in every room of my life. It was practically our family pet. | problems | Cecelia Ahern | |
| cf8b3fe | Nobody can pretend to know what people want to read or hear or see. People rarely know it themselves; they only know it after the fact. | constance-dubois fact hear kitty-logan one-hundred-names read see | Cecelia Ahern | |
| 20f8c66 | Maybe honesty is overvalued. What's truly priceless is picking out from a stream of falsehoods the ones you most need to hear. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 605c19d | What I mean is that those thoughts, they're human. And just because you turn out differently than everyone's imagined you would doesn't mean that you've failed in some way. A kid who gets teased in one school might move to a different one, and be the most popular girl there, just because no one has any other expectations of her. Or a person who goes to med school because his entire family is full of doctors might find out that what he reall.. | human life thoughts | Jodi Picoult | |
| 04a8c12 | Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 3679586 | Somewhere along the line, organized religion stopped being about faith, and started being about who had the power to keep the faith. You said that the purpose of religion was to bring people together. But does it, really? Or does it-knowingly, purposefully, and intentionally--break them apart? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| bc54c88 | you never forget your first fall. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c6c45a8 | What does it feel like?" he asked. "What does what feel like?" Peter thought for a moment. "Being at the top." Josie reached across him for another packet of material and fed it into the stapler. She did three of these, and Peter was certain that she was going to ignore him, but then she spoke. "Like if you take one wrong step," she said, "you're going to fall." | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 6b71f34 | She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. "You haven't seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I'm not the great love of his life, the one he'll never forget." "You are to me," I say." | oliver | Jodi Picoult |