Haruki Murakami Quotes
So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Haruki Murakami
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I've learnt that, even though I've travelled about, I haven't changed that much.
Karl Pilkington
Silence in love bewrays more woeThan words, though ne’er so witty:A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity.
Walter Raleigh
I sleep and I unsleep. On the other side of me, beyond where I lie down, the silence of the house touches infinity. I hear time falling, drop by drop, and no falling drop is heard falling.
Fernando Pessoa
To restore silence is the role of objects.
Samuel Beckett
While the children laughed I was always afraid Of the Smile of the clown So I close my eyes Till I can't see the light And I hide from the sound We're two of a Kind Silence and I We need a chance to talk things over Two of a kind Silence and I
Alan Parsons
Those who saw him hushed. On Church Street. Liberty. Cortlandt. West Street. Fulton. Vesey. It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.
Colum McCann
The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.
Oliver Goldsmith
The story is the first thing and the last thing.
Norman Rockwell
Nice job…what the hell is U2 supposed to play?
David Letterman
Some people are in positions of power, and when incentives go haywire, we are all human and it's easy to make mistakes. I am not saying everybody is Bernie Madoff.
Nicholas Jarecki
So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Haruki Murakami