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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

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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Thinking, Twists, Stories
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 17, 2013

My imagination is a kind of animal. So what I do is keep it alive.

Haruki Murakami
Animal, Imagination, Alive
"Haruki Murakami: 'My lifetime dream is to be sitting at the bottom of a well'" by Marta Bausells, www.theguardian.com. August 24, 2014.

When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.

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Ideas, Tears, Wake Up
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Kafka On The Shore”, p.236, Random House

A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance.

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Fate, Destiny, Looks
Haruki Murakami (2007). “Vintage Murakami”, p.161, Vintage

She curled up and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her ear was right above his heart. She was listening to his thoughts. "I need to know this," Aomame said. "That we're in the same world, seeing the same things.

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Heart, Listening, Needs

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

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Loneliness, Acid
Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84:”, p.33, Random House

Only the dead stay seventeen forever.

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Forever, Norwegian Wood, Seventeen
"Norwegian Wood". Book by Haruki Murakami, 1987.

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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Cutting, Desert, Disappear
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Aug 02, 2014

Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?

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Butterfly

Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.

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Pain, Way, Scar

Everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time.

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Once Upon A Time
Haruki Murakami (1993). “Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World: A Novel”, Vintage

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.

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Thinking, Done, Spaghetti
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman”, p.222, Random House

Don't let appearances fool you. There's always only one reality!

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Reality, Fool, Appearance
Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84: Books 1 and 2”, p.18, Random House

We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.

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Loss, World, Destruction

It doesn’t matter how old I get, but as long as I continue to live I’ll always discover something new about myself.

Haruki Murakami
Long, Matter, Something New

To be able to talk to your heart’s content about a book you like with someone who feels the same way about it is one of the greatest joys that life can offer.

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Book, Writing, Heart
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Apr 30, 2014

Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.

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Flower, Farewell, Men

Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.

Haruki Murakami
Life, Crazy, Insanity

There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul--or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. THAT moon.

Haruki Murakami
Loneliness, Animal, Moon

No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all.

Haruki Murakami
Life, People, Wish
Haruki Murakami (2017). “Desire: Vintage Minis”, p.33, Random House

Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.

Haruki Murakami
Rocks, Interesting, Garbage
"The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle". Book by Haruki Murakami, 1995.

I was confident that I was a special person. But time slowly chips away at life. People don't just die when their time comes. They gradually die away, from the inside. And finally the day comes when you have to settle accounts. Nobody can escape it. People have to pay the price for what they've received. I have only just learned that truth.

Haruki Murakami
Pay The Price, People, Special

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

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Night, Blue, Sky
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jun 23, 2014

Understanding' is merely the sum total of our misunderstandings.

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Understanding, Misunderstanding

I wonder what ants do on rainy days?

Haruki Murakami
Rainy Day, Ants, Wonder
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Norwegian Wood”, p.349, Random House

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