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  • #1
    Tom Perrotta
    “There's not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it.”
    Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers

  • #2
    Tom Perrotta
    “Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.”
    Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers

  • #3
    Tom Perrotta
    “It just took some people a little longer than others to realize how few words they needed to get by, how much of life they could negotiate in silence.”
    Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers

  • #4
    Tom Perrotta
    “To this day, she’s still sad. Because there’s not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it. I’m just saying that I took the pain that was inside of her at that moment and made it my own. And it didn’t hurt me at all.”
    Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers

  • #5
    Tom Perrotta
    “Things change all the time - abruptly, unpredictably, and often for no good reason. But knowing that didn't do you that much good, apparently.”
    Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers

  • #6
    Tom Perrotta
    “That’s why we get involved with other people, right? Not just for their bodies, but for everything else, too – their dreams and their scars and their stories.”
    Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers

  • #7
    Tom Perrotta
    “Actually, he hadn’t just complained; she’d come home from school one afternoon and found him stabbing his paperback edition with a steak knife, the tip of the blade penetrating the cover and sinking far enough down into the early chapters that he sometimes had trouble pulling it out. When she asked him what he was doing, he explained in a calm and serious voice that he was trying to kill the book before it killed him.”
    Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers

  • #8
    Stephen  King
    “The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
    Stephen King

  • #9
    Haruki Murakami
    “What happens when people open their hearts?"
    "They get better.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #10
    Haruki Murakami
    “I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #11
    Haruki Murakami
    “No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #12
    Haruki Murakami
    “What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #13
    Haruki Murakami
    “I don't care what you do to me, but I don't want you to hurt me. I've had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #14
    Haruki Murakami
    “Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. I didn't give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. It was the age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me. And worse, I was in love. Love with complications. The scenery was the last thing on my mind.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #15
    Haruki Murakami
    “I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty five days a year, I was still in elementary school at the time - fifth or sixth grade - but I made up my mind once and for all.”

    “Wow,” I said. “Did the search pay off?”

    “That’s the hard part,” said Midori. She watched the rising smoke for a while, thinking. “I guess I’ve been waiting so long I’m looking for perfection. That makes it tough.”

    “Waiting for the perfect love?”

    “No, even I know better than that. I’m looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortcake. And you stop everything you’re doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortcake out to me. And I say I don’t want it anymore and throw it out the window. That’s what I’m looking for.”

    “I’m not sure that has anything to do with love,” I said with some amazement.

    “It does,” she said. “You just don’t know it. There are time in a girl’s life when things like that are incredibly important.”

    “Things like throwing strawberry shortcake out the window?”

    “Exactly. And when I do it, I want the man to apologize to me. “Now I see, Midori. What a fool I have been! I should have known that you would lose your desire for strawberry shortcake. I have all the intelligence and sensitivity of a piece of donkey shit. To make it up to you, I’ll go out and buy you something else. What would you like? Chocolate Mousse? Cheesecake?”

    “So then what?”

    “So then I’d give him all the love he deserves for what he’s done.”

    “Sounds crazy to me.”

    “Well, to me, that’s what love is…”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #16
    Haruki Murakami
    “With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy. ”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #17
    Haruki Murakami
    “If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #18
    Haruki Murakami
    “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

  • #19
    Haruki Murakami
    “I've never met a girl who thinks like you."

    "A lot of people tell me that," she said, digging at a cuticle. "But it's the only way I know how to think. Seriously. I'm just telling you what I believe. It's never crossed my mind that my way of thinking is different from other people's. I'm not trying to be different. But when I speak out honestly, everybody thinks I'm kidding or playacting. When that happens, I feel like everything is such a pain!”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #20
    Haruki Murakami
    “When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #21
    Haruki Murakami
    “What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing?”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #22
    Haruki Murakami
    “Let me just tell you this, Watanabe," said Midori, pressing her cheek against my neck. "I'm a real, live girl, with real, live blood gushing through my veins. You're holding me in your arms and I'm telling you that I love you. I'm ready to do anything you tell me to do. I may be a little bit mad, but I'm a good girl, and honest, and I work hard, I'm kind of cute, I have nice boobs, I'm a good cook, and my father left me a trust fund. I mean, I'm a real bargain, don't you think? If you don't take me, I'll end up going somewhere else.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #23
    Haruki Murakami
    “What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #24
    Haruki Murakami
    “I can never say what I want to say, it's been like this for a while now. I try to say something but all I get are wrong words - the wrong words or the exact opposite words from what I mean. I try to correct myself, and that only makes it worse. I lose track of what I was trying to say to begin with. It's like I'm split in two and playing tag with myself. One half is chasing this big, fat post. The other me has the right words, but this can't catch her.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #25
    Haruki Murakami
    “It seemed to work at first. I tried hard to forget, but there remained inside me a vague knot-of-air kind of thing. And as time went by, the knot began to take on a clear and simple form, a form that I am able to put into words, like this:

    Death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life.

    Translate into words, it's a cliche, but at the time I felt it not as words but as that knot of air inside me. Death exists - in a paperweight, in four red and white balls on a billiard table - and we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust.

    Until that time, I had understood death as something entirely separate from and independent of life. The hand of death is bound to take us, I had felt, but until the day it reaches out for us, it leaves us alone. This had seemed to me the simple, logical truth. Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.

    The night Kizuki died, however, I lost the ability to see death (and life) in such simple terms. 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...

    I lived through the following spring...with that kind knot of air in my chest, but I struggled all the while against becoming serious. Becoming serious was not the same thing as approaching truth, I sensed, however vaguely. But death was a fact, a serious fact, no matter how you looked at it. stuck inside this suffocating contradiction, I went on endlessly spinning in circles...In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #26
    Haruki Murakami
    “I can be hurt, you know. I can get as exhausted as anybody else. I can feel so bad I want to cry, too.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #27
    Haruki Murakami
    “I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #28
    Stephen  King
    “Gordie: Do you think I'm weird?
    Chris: Definitely.
    Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird?
    Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird”
    Stephen King , The Body

  • #29
    Stephen  King
    “Best not to look back. Best to believe there will be happily ever afters all the way around - and so there may be; who is to say there will not be such endings? Not all boats which sail away into darkness never find the sun again, or the hand of another child; if life teaches anything at all, it teaches that there are so many happy endings that the man who believes there is no God needs his rationality called into serious question..”
    Stephen King

  • #30
    Stephen  King
    “For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed, bathed in sweat, shaking, maybe even crying . . . but alive. Safe. Then he pushed the thought away. Its charm was deadly, its comfort fatal.”
    Stephen King, It



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