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I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Haruki Murakami

Whenever I look at the ocean, I always want to talk to people, but when I’m talking to people, I always want to look at the ocean.
HARUKI MURAKAMI

Ocean People Talk
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
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Break Up I Miss You Memories Tears Warm
I think history is collective memories. In writing, I’m using my own memory, and I’m using my collective memory.
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When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real.
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Distinguish Real Writing
Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy.
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Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it’d lose even its imperfection.
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Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
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Actual Deep Discover Hear Silence
No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
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Break Up Let Go Matter Memories Suffering Want
What happens when people open their hearts? They get better.
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Heart Improvement People Positive Wisdom
Among the many values in life, I appreciate freedom most.
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I had no ambition to be a writer because the books I read were too good, my standards were too high.
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Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back.
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Business Feeling Motivational Opportunity Possible
Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.
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As we go through life, we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.
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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.
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Hungry Love Want
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.
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Fall In Love Lover Memories Missing Pieces Room Search

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

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I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

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