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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3ee74cc | He had never once felt itchy, in the way that two connecting pieces of a jigsaw never felt itchy, as far as one could tell. If one were to imagine, for the sake of argument, that jigsaw pieces had thoughts and feelings, then it was possible to imagine them saying to themselves, 'I'm going to stay here. Where else would I go?' And if another jigsaw piece came along, offering its tabs and blanks enticingly in an attempt to lure one of the pie.. | Nick Hornby | ||
| fb7f96d | I learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist. | realism | Haruki Murakami | |
| 01f08cf | the road to Heaven is paved with bullshit and busy work. | Tad Williams | ||
| 2e90885 | Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sw.. | Margaret George | ||
| 5e15827 | She has given birth to vagabonds. She is the keeper of all these names and numbers now, numbers she once knew by heart, numbers and addresses her children no longer remember. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| d9d6a3b | There in the dim light, staring at the shadow on the wall, I poured out the story of my life. (...) How nothing touched me. And I touched nothing. How I'd lost track of what mattered. How I worked like a fool for things that didn't. How it didn't make a difference either way. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 9cb01bc | Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn't have known. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 195fbe0 | It feels like ancient history," said Naoko. But anyhow, sorry about last night. I don't know, I was a bundle of nerves. I really shouldn't have done that after you came here all the way from Tokyo." "Never mind," I said. "Both of us have a lot of feelings we need to get out in the open. So if you want to take those feelings and smash somebody with them, smash me. Then we can understand each other better." "So if you understand me better, wh.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 98b099e | At any rate, that's how I started running. Thirty three--that's how old I was then. Still young enough, though no longer a young man. The age that Jesus Christ died. The age that Scott Fitzgerald started to go downhill. That age may be a kind of crossroads in life. That was the age when I began my life as a runner, and it was my belated, but real, starting point as a novelist. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| e77c73a | I don't think we should judge the value of our lives by how efficient they are. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 625785f | ldyWa qdr@ `l~ lSbr `l~ lakhryn 'kthr mn lSbr `l~ nfsy, w'uHsn stkhrj l'fDl ld~ lakhryn min l'fDl ldyWa 'n nfsy. hkdh 'n. 'n ljnb lmkhrbsh mn `lb@ lthqb. lkn hdh jyd blnsb@ ly, wl 'mn` `l~ lTlq. 'n tkwn `lb@ thqb mn ldrj@ l'wl~ 'fDl mn 'n tkwn `wd thqb mn ldrj@ lthny@. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 4e1eb71 | She didn't answer. Instead, she smiled sweetly. It was a smile so radiant that the air seemed to thin around it. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 6b966f1 | And I really wanted to see you, too," she said. "When I couldn't see you any more, I realized that. It was as clear as if the planets all of a sudden lined up in a row for me. I really need you. You're a part of me; I'm a part of you." | love murakami need sputnik-sweetheart | Haruki Murakami | |
| b546d7f | It wasn't like there was some obvious change. Actually, the problem was more a lack of change. Nothing about her had changed - the way she spoke, her clothes, the topics she chose to talk about, her opinions - they were all the same as before. Their relationship was like a pendulum gradually grinding to a halt, and he felt out of synch. | love monotony relationship | Haruki Murakami | |
| 87c475f | SO THAT'S MY LIFE--or my life before I stopped sleeping--each day pretty much a repetition of the one before. I used to keep a diary, but if I forgot for two or three days, I'd lose track of what had happened on which day. Yesterday could have been the day before yesterday, or vice versa. I'd sometimes wonder what kind of life this was. Which is not to say that I found it empty. I was--very simply--amazed. At the lack of demarcation between.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 9947755 | There's a special feeling you get on a veranda that you just can't get anywhere else. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 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 |