Haruki Murakami Quotes
How can the mind be so imperfect?" she says with a smile. I look at my hands. Bathed in the moonlight, they seem like statues, proportioned to no purpose. "It may well be imperfect," I say, "but it leaves traces. And we can follow those traces, like footsteps in the snow." "Where do the lead?" "To oneself," I answer. "That's where the mind is. Without the mind, nothing leads anywhere." I look up. The winter moon is brilliant, over the Town, above the Wall. "Not one thing is your fault," I comfort her.Haruki Murakami
Quotes to Explore
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It's great when a director like Cameron Crowe can take what you do and fit it into what he's doing. If someone's a fan of you already, they can take what you do and make it work for what they're doing. You don't know their vision, and you're thinking, 'How is this guy going to take what I do and make it work in this movie?'
J. B. Smoove -
Every quirky girl doesn't have to be the best-friend character. It's a very limiting and self-fulfilling prophecy. People only write things that will get green-lit, so they write to those stereotypes.
Felicia Day -
And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.
Samuel Daniel -
One of the things I like best about the Halloween show is that I change outfits about six times in the show. It is a lot of fun to play the different characters.
Nancy Kerrigan -
Further, there are things of which the mind understands one part, but remains ignorant of the other; and when man is able to comprehend certain things, it does not follow that he must be able to comprehend everything.
Maimonides -
I am a very reserved person and have very few friends in the industry, while most of my close ones are from school and college.
Hansika Motwani
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Music is very abstract. When we talk about music, we're not discussing the music itself but rather how we react to it.
Daniel Barenboim -
Let me think about the people who I care about the most, and how when they fail or disappoint me... I still love them, I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them. Let me extend that generosity to myself.
Ze Frank -
Never worry about bad press: All that matters is if they spell your name right.
Kate Hudson -
There's another way of making music, by touching the lives and feelings of ordinary people.
Gavin Bryars -
I travel like a gypsy, and I didn't know how I could perform and be a mother.
Natalia Makarova -
As an actor, there is always an opportunity to learn from the other actors you work with.
KaDee Strickland
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You never get the Shakespeares right. It's not possible.
Jack O'Brien -
All those things they say about a baby changing your perspective - it does!
Rachel Zoe -
No fashion has ever been created expressly for the lean purse or for the fat woman: the dressmaker's ideal is the thin millionaires.
Katharine Elizabeth Fullerton Gerould -
I was brought up to believe I could achieve anything. My mother instilled in me the belief that there was always something great coming. For example, even though I'm afraid of flying, I always think the plane can't crash because there are so many better things still to come.
Joe Bastianich -
I go around the country sharing my story. I aim to dare other people to go deep into their own stories and hope to inspire them to think about their own world and experiences.
Clemantine Wamariya -
Travel, of course, narrows the mind.
Malcolm Muggeridge
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If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.
Franz Schubert -
Holiness is the habit of being of one mind with God, according as we find His mind described in Scripture. It is the habit of agreeing in God's judgment, hating what He hates, loving what He loves, and measuring everything in this world by the standard of His Word.
J. C. Ryle -
Keep in mind that television, magazines, movies, and even newspapers rarely show images of average-shaped bodies.
M. J. Rose -
Nobody wants to be losing, especially in New York. It's extremely tough. That's how it is.
Kristaps Porzingis -
How can the mind be so imperfect?" she says with a smile. I look at my hands. Bathed in the moonlight, they seem like statues, proportioned to no purpose. "It may well be imperfect," I say, "but it leaves traces. And we can follow those traces, like footsteps in the snow." "Where do the lead?" "To oneself," I answer. "That's where the mind is. Without the mind, nothing leads anywhere." I look up. The winter moon is brilliant, over the Town, above the Wall. "Not one thing is your fault," I comfort her.
Haruki Murakami