Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the shore.
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Heavy silence, sleep of frightening density.
No one can predict when or where such abysses will swallow people, or when or where they will spit them out.
After Dark-H. Murakami
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Life is strange, isn't it? You can be totally entranced by the glow of something one minute, be willing to sacrifice everything to make it yours, but then a little time passes, or your perspective changes a bit, and all of a sudden you're shocked at how faded it appears. What was I looking at? you wonder.
– Haruki Murakami, Sheherazade (from Men without Women)
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jab zindagi toot jae toh usko sameyt kar,
uske paas chale jao jisney banayi thi ye zindagi.
When life breaks, gather it together,
And go to the one who created this life.
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When Murakami said, “Memories warm you up from the inside.” Yet, they also tear you apart, stitch by aching stitch.
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لا يمكنك أبدا توجيه قلبك بما فيه الكفاية. سوف تشعر. سوف ينكسر.
You can never guide your heart enough. It will feel. It will break.
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And behind that unstable expression there was a latent energy, like some agile animal lurking in the tall grass.
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