Kino, Haruki Murakami (via quoteshelf)
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No matter how empty it may be, this is still my heart. There’s still some human warmth in it. Memories, like seaweed wrapped around pilings on the beach, wordlessly waiting for high tide. Emotions that, if cut, would bleed. I can’t just let them wander somewhere beyond my understanding.
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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.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka On The Shore (via klytemnestre)
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But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, 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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That I could hurt somebody so badly she could never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
Haruki Murakami (South of the Border, West of the Sun)
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I felt utterly alone, like I was the last person alive on Earth. I can’t describe that feeling of total loneliness. I just wanted to disappear into thin air and not think about anything.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)
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And the two of us can’t be free. We’re caught up in a whirlpool, pulled beyond time. Somewhere, we were struck by lightning. But not the kind of lightning you can see or hear.
Kafka on the shore, Haruki Murakami (via krazkastra)
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Death was not the opposite of life. It was already here, within my being, it had always been here, and no struggle would permit me to forget that.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via quotasia)
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I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.
1Q84, Haruki Murakami (via man-of-prose)
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Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star,’ I said. ‘It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via seabois)
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The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via observando)
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When I finish work and get in bed, I always think: let me not wake up. Let me just go on sleeping. ‘Cause then I wouldn’t have to think about anything.
Haruki Murakami, After Dark (via kudou-kun)
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For a while I no longer knew who I was. But that was only natural, because in fact I was nobody.
1Q84, Haruki Murakami (via invisible-depression)
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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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You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world that’s inside you.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via khounstipated)
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Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.
Haruki Murakami (via sylviaplant)