Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via thelovejournals)
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You were hurt badly, and those scars will be with you for ever. I feel sorry for you, I really do. But think of it like this: it’s not too late to recover. You’re young, you’re tough. You’re adaptable. You can patch up your wounds, lift up your head and move on.
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The strength I’m looking for isn’t the type where you win or lose. I’m not after a wall that’ll repel power coming from outside. What I want us the kind of strength to be able to absorb that kind of power, to stand up to it. The strength to quietly endure things - unfairness, misfortunes, sadness, mistakes, misunderstandings.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via forluisever)
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I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time you’re running away for all you’re worth.
Kafka On The Shore by Haruki Murakami (via paperpeacesign)
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Far away a crow caws. The earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details of the real, there are dreams. And everyone’s living in them.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)
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You sit at the edge if the world,
I am in a crater that’s no more.
Words without letters
Standing in the shadow of the door.
The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard, little fish rain down from the sky. Outside the window there are soldiers, steeling themselves to die.
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.
When your heart is closed,
The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,
Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.
The drowning girl’s fingers
Search for the entrance stone, and more. Lifting the hem of her azure dress, she gazes~
at Kafka on the shore.
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“The shore is visible outside the window. And you can hear the sound of waves, and someone’s voice. There’s a hint of sea in the breeze. And it’s summer. Always it’s summer. Small white clouds are etched against the azure sky.”
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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.
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You are part of a brand-new world.
Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami (via subsublibrarian)
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I head into the heart of the forest a hollow man, a void that devours all that’s substantial. So there is nothing to fear. Not a thing.
And I head into the heart of the forest.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via pantsagon)
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Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via quotes-shape-us)
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The shore is visible outside the window. And you can hear the sound of waves, and someone’s voice. There’s a hint of the sea in the breeze. And it’s summer. Always it’s summer. Small white clouds are etched against the azure sky.
Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami (via subsublibrarian)
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If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via man-of-prose)
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I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.
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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, in Kafka on the Shore (via letters-to-lolita)