In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life.
Haruki MurakamiTags: first-sentence
I was thirty-seven then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through dense cloud cover on approach to the Hamburg airport.
Haruki MurakamiTags: first-sentence
I often dream about the Dolphin Hotel.
Haruki MurakamiTags: first-sentence
It was a short one-paragraph item in the morning edition.
Haruki MurakamiTags: first-sentence
In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.
Haruki MurakamiSo this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little. I had not intended to keep May Kasahara a secret from Kumiko. My relationship with her was not that big a deal, finally: whether I mentioned it or not was of no consequence. Once it had flown down a certain delicate channel, however, it had become cloaked in the opacity of secretiveness, whatever my original "intention" had have been.
Haruki MurakamiOshima's silent for a time as he gazes at the forest, eyes narrowed. Birds are flitting from one branch to the next. His hands are clasped behind his head. "I know how you feel," he finally says. "But this is something you have to work out on your own. Nobody can help you. That's what love's all about, Kafka. You're the one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark. Your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.
Haruki MurakamiTags: true
I have been told I've got a darkish personality. A few times."
Takahashi swings his trombone case from his right shoulder to his left. Then he says, "It's not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There's shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does. And to acquire a healthy intelligence takes a certain amount of time and effort. I don't think you have a particularly dark character.
There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.
Haruki MurakamiTags: books
What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.
Haruki MurakamiTags: seeking compensation searching
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