★
sheepfilms
almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
ojovivo
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
No title available
Janaina Medeiros
dirt enthusiast
art blog(derogatory)
JVL
No title available
Keni
Not today Justin
Show & Tell
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
wallacepolsom
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Algeria
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Czechia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
@bookxquote
He was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning. The very fact that he existed in this world would eventually be forgotten. “Such a shame, he was so young,” people might say. Or they might not.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84.
Everybody feels safe belonging not to the excluded minority but to the excluding majority. You think, Oh, I’m glad that’s not me. It’s basically the same in all periods in all societies. If you belong to the majority, you can avoid thinking about lots of troubling things.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84.
Assuming there’s an end somewhere,” Aomame said. Tamaru frowned. “There has to be an end somewhere. It’s just that nothing’s labeled ‘This is the end.’ Is the top rung of a ladder labeled ‘This is the last rung. Please don’t step higher than this’?
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84.
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
The feelings that would not take the form of words. Forgotten promises. Unrealized hopes. Frustrated longings.
Haruki Murakami.
I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see. I sought my God, but my God eluded me.
William Blake.
Perfectly secure in a universe whose very nature is momentariness and fluidity. But the contradiction lies a little deeper than the mere conflict between the desire for security and the fact of change.
Alan Watts, The Wisdom Of Insecurity.
“Don’t let appearances fool you. There’s always only one reality.”
Now I know there’s no going back, no fixing it. I’m beyond repair. Maybe we’re all beyond repair. I can’t go on the way I’m living, but I don’t have the power to die. But I have to move towards something. Anything. I’m not sure where I’m going, just away. Away from all this. I think about a place where nobody will know what happened to me.
The Leftovers
And I understood that here, in this place, they were the lucky ones. In a world full of orphans, they still had each other. And I was a ghost. I was a ghost who had no place there. And that, Kevin, is when I changed my mind.
The Leftovers
Tengo finally opened his eyes, managed to focus them, and stared at his own right hand gripping the edge of the table. Now he could be sure that the world still existed in one piece and that he was still a part of it. Some numbness remained.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84.
Look at this, they say. Look at this and nothing else, they say. You are here. You can’t go anywhere else, they say. The message is played over and over.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84.
There is always, as I said, only one reality" the driver repeated slowly, as if underlining an important passage in a book “Of course,“ Aomame said. He was right: A physical object could only be in one place at one time. Einstein proved that. Reality was utterly coolheaded and utterly lonely.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84.
Please remember: things are not what they seem.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84.
You couldn’t begin to imagine who I am, where I’m going, or what about to do,” Aomame said to her audience without moving her lips. “All of you are trapped here. You can’t go anywhere, forward or back. But I’m not like you. I have work to do. I have a mission to accomplish. And so, with your permission, I shall move ahead.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84.
You think you’re the painter, but you’re the canvas.
John Green, Turtles all The Way Down.
Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still haven’t answered me.“ I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world,” I said after giving it some thought. “I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.” Midori rested an elbow on the bar and looked at me. “There was something like that in a Jim Morrison song, I’m pretty sure.” “People are strange when you’re a stranger.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood.