Haruki Murakami Quotes
The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.
Haruki Murakami
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It's a lot harder to find fault with the mundane details of daily existence when you really, really know on a cellular level that you're going to go, and that this moment, right now, is life. Life isn't what happens to you in 20 years. This moment, right now, is your life.
Alan Ball
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It's very important to have the right clothing to exercise in. If you throw on an old T-shirt or sweats, it's not inspiring for your workout.
Cheryl Tiegs
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I'm strong-willed. Architects are strong-willed. You get the best results with a strong client and a strong architect working together.
Eli Broad
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Today, energy prices are at historic highs. Some analysts estimate that energy price shocks this year could cost American consumers more than $40 billion. Speaking very frankly, we cannot afford this kind of expense.
Jeff Bingaman
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By the end of next year, we really shall be on our way to that so-called economic miracle we need.
Denis Healey
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We are in danger of being stern where God is tender, and of being tender where God is stern.
Oswald Chambers
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By means of microscopic observation and astronomical projection the lotus flower can become the foundation for an entire theory of the universe and an agent whereby we may perceive Truth.
Yukio Mishima
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It's quite amazing what 3D is doing to movies. Just simple things like a paper plane flying at you or flower petals fluttering about are wonderful.
Kou Shibasaki
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When it's a bad movie you want to release it quietly. You try to keep it a secret like an STD.
Jack Black
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It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, dry, bald and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
Ben Jonson
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The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.
Haruki Murakami