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[quotemadness]

A true artist is not one who is inspired, but one who inspires others.

Salvador Dalí (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

What is it that really makes us, us? It’s our collective intelligence. It’s our ability to write things down, our language and our consciousness.

Louise Leakey (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

From now on, forget happiness. Now it’s just about saving the remains, the wreckage, the appearance.

Henrik Ibsen (via quotemadness)

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[dieworten]

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever–something I couldn’t afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they’re seventeen.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via dieworten)

[bookmania]

The most important thing we learn at school is the fact that the most important things can’t be learned at school.

Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via bookmania)

[significantquotes]

It’s just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.

Haruki Murakami, After the Quake     (via significantquotes)

[stasoumugdala]

I find it hard to talk about myself. I am always tripped up by the eternal ‘who am I?’ paradox

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via stasoumugdala)

[murakami-connection]

All things pass. None of us can manage to hold on to anything. In that way, we live our lives.

Haruki Murakami (Hear the Wind Sing)

[manofprose]

If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via man-of-prose)

[bookmania]

What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via bookmania)

[dieworten]

I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself–as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll ever come to defining myself.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via dieworten)

[ughpoems]

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via ughpoems)

[unusualgrl5]

The world’s crawling with stupid, innocent girls, and I’m just one of them, self-consciously chasing after dreams that’ll never come true.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

Why I can relate to this so hard…

(via unusualgrl5)

[bookmania]

I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via bookmania)

[lavieciel]

I, too, remember that feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.

Haruki Murakami | Hard-Boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World (via lavieciel)

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