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  • #1
    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

  • #2
    Haruki Murakami
    “Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely.”
    Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

  • #3
    Haruki Murakami
    “We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it stopped, as if the film simply slipped off the reel. ”
    Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

  • #4
    Haruki Murakami
    “Dance," said the Sheep Man. "Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Sodon'tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou're tired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone, okay? Justdon'tletyourfeetstop.”
    Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

  • #5
    Herman Melville
    “I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #6
    Herman Melville
    “There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody's expense but his own.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, the Whale

  • #7
    Herman Melville
    “I try all things, I achieve what I can.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #8
    Herman Melville
    “Ignorance is the parent of fear.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #9
    Herman Melville
    “Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #10
    Herman Melville
    “Call me Ishmael.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #11
    Herman Melville
    “Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #12
    Herman Melville
    “See how elastic our prejudices grow when once love comes to bend them.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #13
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #14
    Haruki Murakami
    “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #15
    Haruki Murakami
    “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, 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

  • #16
    Haruki Murakami
    “What happens when people open their hearts?"
    "They get better.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #17
    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

  • #18
    Haruki Murakami
    “No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.”
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  • #19
    Haruki Murakami
    “Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #20
    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

  • #21
    Haruki Murakami
    “I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #22
    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

  • #23
    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

  • #24
    Haruki Murakami
    “But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle



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