Laura Valerie

The inspirations of a 24-year-old Australian romantic. I write at One April Morning.
Jul 20
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As long as there’s such a thing as time, everybody’s damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via millionen)
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If you want to talk about something new, you have to make up a new kind of language.
Haruki Murakami (via hazelhirao)

(Source: hedonistpoet)

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Once you pass a certain age, life is just a continuous process of losing one thing after another.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via bookpillows)
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Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy.

- Haruki Murakami

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Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly, she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
— Haruki Murakami (via hazelredsong)
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That night I lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things.
— Haruki Murakami (via kristelinmyanmar)
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When I first met you I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time you’re running away for all you’re worth.
Haruki MurakamiKafka on the Shore (via millionen)
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Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn’t make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.
Haruki MurakamiSouth of the Border, West of the Sun (via sharonriddickgroppiphotography)
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The most important thing we learn at school is the fact that the most important things can’t be learned at school.
— ― Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via kyotodoll)
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Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
— Haruki Murakami (via blackestdespondency)

(via blackestdespondency)

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What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.
Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, Haruki Murakami (via jubilee-tea)
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Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum—a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I’m watching over it for no one but myself.
— from Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami (via jamescurryiv)
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Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock ‘n’ roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via sarcolinedream)
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No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That’s all.
— Haruki Murakami (via koreyan)
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By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself – as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself.
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun  (via wordsnquotes)

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