#blind willow sleeping woman

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― favorite words of ... haruki murakami (part 1)

A Wild Sheep Chase / Sputnik Sweetheart / After the Quake / The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle / Norwegian Wood / Sputnik Sweetheart / The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle / South of the Border, West of the Sun / Kafka on the Shore / Norwegian Wood / 1Q84 / Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman / South of the Border, West of the Sun / Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

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I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.

Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

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What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply - myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?

Haruki Murakami, The Mirror from Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

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There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

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Japanese lit 🇯🇵 ✌🏻

[duvetscholar]

24.01.24

I hope to warm myself in the winter sun today

Currently reading : Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman by Haruki Murakami

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From Haruki Murakami’s Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

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Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

directed by Pierre Földes, 2022

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― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

[text ID: I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.]

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Dreams come from the past, not from the future. Dreams shouldn't control you — you should control them.

Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

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Hi

I’ve been the Animation Film Festival last week, it was awesome like alwaysI

I sketched a few guys drunk at night and in the train back home

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The fragrance of the breeze, the tone of the light, the tiny flowers in the grass, the subtle reverberations that accompanied sounds: all these told me that autumn had come again, increasing the distance between me and the dead with each cycle of the seasons.

Kizuki was still 17 and Naoko 21: forever

- Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

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"the long rainy season had finally ended and a new summer breeze stirred the leaves of the oak trees, raising tiny ripples now and then on the surface of the shallow pond. time moved like the breeze: starting and stopping, stopping and starting."

— Haruki Marukami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman