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Haruki Murakami Inspirational Quotes (567)

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This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.
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I was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.
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What I feel for her is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being.
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An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence
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By then running had entered the realm of the metaphysical. First there came the action of running, and accompanying it there was this entity known as me. I run therefore I am.
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...I've just been feeling insecure since I was 20, and that's all I've been trying to express. Now the entire world is feeling insecure.
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Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
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Reaching the finish line, never walking, and enjoying the race. These three, in this order, are my goals.
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One of these days they'll be making a film where the whole human race gets wiped out in a nuclear war, but everything works out in the end.
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I wonder what ants do on rainy days?
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I began running on an everyday basis after I became a writer. As being a writer requires sitting at a desk for hours a day, without getting some exercise you'd quickly get out of shape and gain weight, I figured.
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I think people who share my dreams can enjoy reading my novels. And that's a wonderful thing. I said that myths are like a reservoir of stories, and if I can act as a similar kind of reservoir, albeit a modest one, that would make me very happy.
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That’s how stories happen — with a turning point, an unexpected twist. There’s only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
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You like to write. It's the single most important quality for someone who wants to be a writer. But not in itself enough.
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In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.
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A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.
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Pointless thinking is worse than no thinking at all.
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I could have been a cult writer if I'd kept writing surrealistic novels. But I wanted to break into the mainstream, so I had to prove that I could write a realistic book.
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I tell lies sometimes. The last time I lied was a year ago. I absolutely detest lying. You could say that lying and silence are the two greatest sins of present day society. Actually, I lie a lot, and I'm always clamming up.
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I was thirty-seven then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through dense cloud cover on approach to the Hamburg airport.
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One last word of advice, though, Mr. Okada, though you may not want to hear this. There are things in this world it is better not to know about. Of course, those are the very things that people most want to know about. It's strange.
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What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow.
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People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.
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Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.
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