Murakamis Flowers Quotes & Sayings

If you would be wealthy, think of saving as well as getting. — Benjamin Franklin

There are certain traits that God puts in each of us. There's no escaping them. — Brad Meltzer

Wife, there is no expiration date on vengeance. It doesn't just last a lifetime, it spans generations. So let us rest tonight; it is not us who will die tomorrow."
"Shakespeare's got nothin' on you. — J.J. McAvoy

Nothing is improbable until it moves into past tense. — George Ade

AT NIGHT
My bedroom,as I drift.
Every night,Jack is with me.
He lies down on his side, lengthwise on my bed,and props his head on my pillow. I mirrow his position. He places his hand over mine. I see it,but I don't feel it.We discovered long ago that we can't touch,even in our dreams. I am as much of a ghost to him as he is to me. We are a breath away-and a world apart-from each other.
He doesn't know where he goes when he's not with me.He doesn't think he exists anymore,except for in my dreams.
I think he is right.And I tell him to hang on.I will never stop dreaming of him.
I will find him. — Brodi Ashton

It was a weird kind of loneliness, feeling that some of my closest friends didn't actually know I existed. — Sarah Dessen

A lot of the post-1977 dancefloor disco sounds had their place at one time, but you can't bring them back unless you bring back a floor. — Chuck D

No one wants to get hurt."
" Well, maybe not, but sometime's it's worth it. — Robyn Schneider

You go from high school, to the NBA, and you're thrown in the fire. — Dwight Howard

As he cared no longer for the light that lies in a lady's eye, there was not much left to him in the world but cards and racing. — Anthony Trollope

Character is formed in the stormy billows of the world. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Every thirty-one hundred years a volume of water equivalent to all the oceans passed through the atmosphere. — Anthony Doerr

I think of myself as more the non-turn-on type. so when I do get turned on, I don't trust it, I have to investigate the source. — Haruki Murakami

Bainbridge Island could never hide its glory, even under the cover of darkness. I watched from the window as the ferry loomed into Eagle Harbor, passing the island's pebble-covered shores and shake-shingled homes that clung courageously to the hillside. Glowing orange interiors beckoned, as if the people inside were making one extra place as they gathered around fireplaces to sip wine or hot cocoa. — Sarah Jio