The darkness in the outside world has vanished, but the darkness in our hearts remains, virtually unchanged. Just like an iceberg, what we label the ego or consciousness is, for the most part, sunk in darkness. And that estrangement sometimes creates a deep contradiction or confusion within us.
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Kafka On The Shore
Coming this October: Killing Commendatore, the much-anticipated new novel from Haruki Murakami Kafka on the Shore displays one of the world’s great storytellers at the peak of his powers. Here we meet a teenage boy, Kafk
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The world of the grotesque is the darkness within us.
Very attracted, a feeling so strong I can't explain it. And no matter what anybody says, this is real . . . These feelings are as real as the blood all over my chest.
While they're still alive, people can become ghosts.
Just by looking at that happy smile, you can trace the beautiful path that a contented heart must follow. Like a firefly's glow that persists long after it's disappeared into the darkness.
Time's rules don't apply here. Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.
Everything in life is metaphor.
Irony deepens a person, helps them mature. It's the entrance to salvation on a higher plane, to a place where you can find a more universal kind of hope.
People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues.
You're still very much yourself and nobody else. And you're forging ahead as yourself. So relax.
All kinds of things are happening to me. Some I chose, some I didn't. I don't know how to tell one from the other anymore. What I mean is, it feels like everything's been decided in advance—that I'm following a path somebody else has already mapped out for me. It doesn't matter how much I think thin…
Things change every day . . . With each new dawn it's not the same world as the day before. And you're not the same person you were either.
No matter who or what you're dealing with, people build up meaning between themselves and the things around them . . . Being bright has nothing to do with it.
You build up relationships like that one after another, and before you know it, you have meaning. The more connections, the deeper the meaning.
Individual errors in judgment can usually be corrected. As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around. But intolerant, narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host, change form, and continue to thrive.
Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don't want to . . . . Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems.
Only people who've been discriminated against can really know how much it hurts.
I know I'm a little different from everyone else, but I'm still a human being. That's what I'd like you to realize. I'm just a regular person, not some monster. I feel the same things everyone else does, act the same way. Sometimes, though, that small difference feels like an abyss. But I guess ther…
I realize that problems with restrooms and card catalogs are mere details, but if we don't begin with the small things, we'll never be able to throw off the cloak of blindness that covers our society.
You're employing the status quo and the cheap phallocentric logic that supports it to reduce the entire female gender to second-class citizens, to limit and deprive women of the rights they're due. You're doing this unconsciously rather than deliberately, but that makes you even guiltier. You protec…