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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f6c4d1d | Nobody chooses to evolve. It's like floods and avalanches and earthquakes. You never know what's happening until they hit, then it's too late. | evolution grandfather | Haruki Murakami | |
| d0c8c5f | Animals that not only move by their own free will and share feelings with people but also possess sight and hearing qualify as deserving of names. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 1875cb0 | Each day the sun would rise and set, the flag would be raised and lowered. Each Sunday I would have a date with my dead friend's girl. I had no idea what I was doing or what I was going to do. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 415821f | The world [...] an endless battle of contrasting memories. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d1560be | Ayumi had a great emptiness inside her, like a desert at the edge of the earth. You could try watering it all you wanted, but everything would be sucked down to the bottom of the world, leaving no trace of moisture. No life could take route there. Not even birds would fly over it. What had created such a wasteland inside Ayumi, only she herself knew. No, maybe not even Ayumi knew the true cause. But one of the biggest factors had to be twis.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 547702d | lqw@ lty 'btGyh tlk lqw@ lty tfrWq byn lfwz wlkhsr@. 'n l 'bHth `n jdr ySd lqwW@ lqdm@ mn lkhrj. m 'rydh hw 'n 'kwn qdran `l~ mtSS tlk lqw@ mn lkhrj, wlwqwf ndan lh. lqw@ `l~ tHmWl l'shy bhdw-'shy mthl lZlm, sw lHZ, lHzn, l'khT, sw lfhm... | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 07e5dd4 | Time, of course, topples everyone in its path equally- the way that driver beats his old horse until it dies. But the thrashing we receive is one of frightful gentleness. Few of us even realize that we are being beaten. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| feb1eef | If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. The two processes complement each other, creating a complete landscape that I treasure. The green foliage of the trees casts a pleasant shade over the earth, and the wind rustles the leaves, which are sometimes dyed a brilliant gold. Meanwhile, in the garden, buds appear on the flowers, and colorful petals attract bees and butterflies, re.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 7edf141 | But this isn't their God, she decided. It's my God. This is a God I have found through sacrificing my own life, through my flesh being cut, my skin ripped off, my blood sucked away, my nails torn, all my time and hopes and memories being stolen from me. This is not a God with a form. No white clothes, no long beard. This god has no doctrine, no scripture, no precepts. No reward, no punishment. This God doesn't give, and doesn't take away. T.. | god | Haruki Murakami | |
| c58865b | But thing in the past are like plate that's shattered to pieces. You can never put it back together like it was, right? | past | Haruki Murakami | |
| 19675d6 | wqd yHdth 'n ywjd mthl hdh lnw` mn lns. 'ns mwhwbwn bmwhb@ `jyb@, lknhm l ybdhlwn jhd ltnZymh. ynthwn l~ tshtyth wtDyy`h. r'yt nSyby mn hw'l lns. fy lbdy@ tZn 'nhm mdhhlwn. ystTy`wn qr@ nwt@ qT`@ blG@ lS`wb@ thm yqwmwn b`zfh `l~ khyr wjh. trhm yqwmwn bdhlk ftGmrk lhyb@. tfkr" "sHqan! ln 'stTy` dhlk bmlyyn lsnyn!". lkn hdh 'qS~ m ySl lyh l'mr. wl ystTy`wn lmDy l~ 'b`d mn dhlk. lmdh l? l'nhm l yrydwn bdhl jhd. lm ykhTr lnDbT wlt`lm bblhm. lqd.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 2df00b6 | The silence is so deep it hurts our ears | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 89f8520 | If you don't know what you're looking for, it's not easy to look for it." Erika" | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 1d5bf0d | About half the people in the world dislike their own name. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 5dc86e4 | Think it over carefully. This is very important," I say, "because to believe something, whatever it might be, is the doing of the mind. Do you follow? When you say you believe, you allow the possibility of disappointment. And from disappointment or betrayal, there may come despair. Such is the way of the mind." | despair mind | Haruki Murakami | |
| 34a03eb | Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 44d0433 | No two human beings are alike; it's a question of identity. And what is identity? The cognitive system arisin' from the aggregate memories of that individual's past experiences. The layman's word for this is the mind. Not two human beings have the same mind. At the same time, human beings have almost no grasp of their own cognitive systems. I don't, you don't, nobody does. All we know--or think we know--is but a fraction of the whole cake. .. | mind | Haruki Murakami | |
| ca4e706 | All's well that ends well.' 'Assuming there's an end somewhere,' Aomame said. Tamaru formed some short creases near his mouth that were faintly reminiscent of a smile. 'There has to be an end somewhere. It's just that nothing's labeled "This is the end." Is the top rung of a ladder labeled "This is the last rung. Please don't step higher than this'?" Aomame shook her head. 'It's the same thing,' Tamaru said. Aomame said, 'If you use common .. | common-sense end endings eyes-wide-open hope hopelessness keep-going-keep-your-eyes-open ladder suicide | Haruki Murakami | |
| 1f8f59c | Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads--at least that's where I imagine it--there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 2c86510 | Every single day, each time I see her face, see her, it's utterly precious. | kafka-on-the-shore love miss-saeki murakami | Haruki Murakami | |
| 74ad950 | It seemed unreasonable, unfair, that a woman so young and beautiful should be so exhausted. Of course, it was neither unreasonable nor unfair. Exhaustion pays no mind to age and beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| c19cc43 | No matter how much long-distance running might suit me, of course there are days when I feel kind of lethargic and don't want to run. Actually, it happens a lot. On days like that, I try to think of all kinds of plausible excuses to slough it off. Once, I interviewed the Olympic running Toshihiko Seko, just after he retired from running and became manager of the S&B company team. I asked him, "Does a runner at your level ever feel like you'.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 038c0b9 | There's that kind of money in the world. It aggravates you to have it, makes you miserable to spend it, and you hate yourself when it's gone. And when you hate yourself, you feel like spending money. Except there's no money left. And no hope. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 806d9ca | Of course you keep telling yourself there's something to be learned from everything, and growing old shouldn't be that hard. That's the general drift. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| b065971 | All he wanted from the girl was for her to hold his hand again if possible. He wanted her to squeeze his hand again someplace where the two of them could be alone. And he wanted her to tell him something--anything--about herself, to whisper some secret about what it meant to be Aomame, what it meant to be a ten-year-old girl. He would try hard to understand it, and that would be the beginning of something, though even now, Tengo still had n.. | young-love | Haruki Murakami | |
| bd48e7e | He would eventually have to pass through the forest, but he felt no fear. Of course - the forest was inside him, he knew, and it made him who he was. | fear fear-in-life forest forest-metaphor life life-is-like-a-forest life-lesson reassurance | Haruki Murakami | |
| 70eb561 | A face is like reading a palm. More than the features you're born with, a face is gradually formed over the passage of time, through all the experiences a person goes through, and no two faces are alike. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 103f837 | That's good. I was worried. Of course, I do have a few things wrong with me, but those are strictly problems I keep inside. I'd hate to think they were obvious to anybody else. Especially at the swimming pool in the summer. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 8292f1d | The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted as the first winds of winter slipped between the withered branches and across the highlands toward the southeast. Stopping in the center of the pasture, I could hear the winds clearly. No turning back, they pronounced. The brief autumn was gone. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| e162cf7 | Most of the troubles in life come on all of a sudden. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 27cfaea | Even if you don't acknowledge it, people die, and guys sleep with girls. That's just how it is. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 555d471 | My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable loss. | fear loss poetry rejection | Wisława Szymborska | |
| c294b21 | The goofiness of radicals thinking they have to dress in Guatemalan peasant clothes. The poor don't want you to look like them. They want you to dress in a suit and go get them food and water. Comma. | Tracy Kidder | ||
| 2fb4035 | In the end, it cannot be doubted that each of us can see only a part of the picture. The doctor sees one, the patient another, the engineer a third, the economist a fourth, the pearl diver a fifth, the alcoholic a sixth, the cable guy a seventh, the sheep farmer an eighth, the Indian beggar a ninth, the pastor a tenth. Human knowledge is never contained in one person. It grows from the relationships we create between each other and the worl.. | Paul Kalanithi | ||
| c300b8c | We are born in mystery, we live in mystery, and we die in mystery. | Huston Smith | ||
| 0b2fbd6 | Never during its pilgrimage is the human spirit completely adrift and alone. From start to finish its nucleus is the Atman, the god-within... underlying its whirlpool of transient feelings, emotions, and delusions is the self-luminous, abiding point of the transpersonal god. As the sun lights the world even when cloud-covered, "the Immutable is never seen but is the Witness; it is never heard but is the Hearer; it is never thought but is th.. | spirituality upanishads | Huston Smith | |
| 960104e | He said nothing. Very sarcastically. | Laurie R. King | ||
| 4d9cb97 | By the time the shade had reached the river, Augustus would have mellowed with the evening and be ready for some intelligent conversation, which usually involved talking to himself. | Larry McMurtry | ||
| c28fdff | Though loyal and able and brave, Pea had never displayed the slightest ability to learn from his experience, though his experience was considerable. Time and again he would walk up on the wrong side of a horse that was known to kick, and then look surprised when he got kicked. | Larry McMurtry | ||
| 8e9ee1a | While we cannot live without history, we need not live within it either. | identity religion | Amartya Sen | |
| e6374eb | Pax amor et lepos in iocando. Latin for Peace, love and sense of fun. | life motto | Julie Andrews Edwards | |
| 04149a9 | Why do you read then?' Partly for pleasure, because it's a habit and I'm just as uncomfortable if I don't read as if I don't smoke, and partly to know myself. When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me; I've got out of the book all that's any use to me and I can't get anything more if I read it a dozen times. ... | reading | W. Somerset Maugham | |
| 2ea6929 | Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience. | Kim Edwards | ||
| 445dd92 | He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding his hand...This was what he yearned to capture on film: these rare moments where the world seemed unified, coherent, everything contained in a single fleeting image. A spareness that held beauty and hope and motion - a kind of silvery poetry, just as the body was poetry in blood and flesh and bo.. | Kim Edwards |