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He takes a book and lies in an old rope hammock, hung between two trees. But he does not read, for he prefers looking up at the sky, at the leaves on the trees that ripple before his eyes like shoals of fish.

- The Boyhood of Cain

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"Every time I look at the photograph, I murmur to myself. Everyone is there. Everything is okay. No one is missing."

-Mina's matchbox, Yoko Ogawa

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“But you can’t get rid of the stories you’ve written,” I said. “You know how much I love them."

"I’ll be sure to keep them. I’ll put them in a box and write on the lid: 'Here lie stories that had only one reader.’ Then I’ll store the box in the baby carriage up in the attic.”

- Mina's matchbox, Yoko Ogawa

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‌“Well, quiet it is. In the autumn you can even hear the calls of deer in the mountains,” Mr. Koyasu said.

- The City and its Uncertain Walls, Haruki Murakami

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And write to me, too—please —a letter almost too long to finish reading.

- The City and its Uncertain Walls, Haruki Murakami

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“Do you always come this early?” I asked.“More than anything, I enjoy waiting here by myself for you to come,” you told me.“Enjoy waiting?”“That’s right.”“More than actually seeing me?”

- The City and its Uncertain Walls, Haruki Murakami

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I kept silent too. I was just there, taking in your sadness—what I took to be your sadness—as it came. I’d never experienced this before. To react to, and accept, the sadness of someone other than myself, and have them fully trust me.

- The city and its uncertain walls, Haruki Murakami

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‌I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.

- The house with the Mezzanine, Anton Chekhov

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Briefly, this man had a compulsive, persistent longing for self-encapsulation, to create a protective coccoon to isolate himself from all the external influences. The real world irritated and frightened him and kept him in a constant state of nerves.

- Man in a case, Anton Chekhov

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Through the windows we could only see grey skies now and trees dripping with rain- in this kind of weather there was really nowhere to go and nothing else to do except listen to stories.

- About Love, Anton Chekhov

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Trying to be a better student

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High af

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Cold hands, warm heart...

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Soulmates don’t leave each other

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"And so, I gain more than I ever dreamt, even in my wildest dreams."

"I give because I know how it feels to want."