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  • #1
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “We all have such fateful objects — it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another — carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane's heart always break.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #2
    Milan Kundera
    “We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.”
    Milan Kundera

  • #3
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nastiness, and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.”
    Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

  • #4
    Haruki Murakami
    “Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.”
    Murakami, Haruki

  • #5
    Haruki Murakami
    “But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #6
    Haruki Murakami
    “Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
    haruki murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

    And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

    And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #8
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star.
    It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
    Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #9
    Haruki Murakami
    “But I didn't understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.”
    Haruki Murakami

  • #10
    Haruki Murakami
    “Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #11
    Haruki Murakami
    “Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. 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 every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #12
    Haruki Murakami
    “Only the Dead stay seventeen forever.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #13
    Haruki Murakami
    “Chance encounters are what keep us going.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #14
    Henri Bergson
    “The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.”
    Henri Bergson, Matter and Memory

  • #15
    Haruki Murakami
    “Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.”
    Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

  • #16
    Haruki Murakami
    “Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?
    We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

  • #17
    Haruki Murakami
    “Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #18
    Haruki Murakami
    “I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #19
    David Nicholls
    “She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down to? Romantic love, is this all it is, a talent show?”
    David Nicholls, One Day

  • #20
    Edith Wharton
    “She said she knew we were safe with you, and always would be, because once, when she asked you to, you'd given up the thing you most wanted."

    Archer received this strange communication in silence. His eyes remained unseeingly fixed on the thronged sunlit square below the window. At length he said in a low voice: "She never asked me.”
    Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

  • #21
    Edith Wharton
    “She sang, of course, "M'ama!" and not "he loves me," since an unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences.”
    Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence



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