A Quote by Haruki Murakami

Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling.
In the visible world, the Milky Way is a tiny fragment; within this fragment, the solar system is an infinitesimal speck, and of this speck our planet is a microscopic dot. On this dot, tiny lumps of impure carbon and water, of complicated structure, with somewhat unusual physical and chemical properties, crawl about for a few years, until they are dissolved again into the elements of which they are compounded.
What seems distinctively modern as a unit of thought, of art, of discourse is the fragment; and the quotation is one kind of fragment.
The entire world we apprehend through our senses is no more than a tiny fragment in the vastness of Nature.
There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.
Strange are the ways of history, where no single thing abides, but all things flow into each other, fragment to fragment clinging.
Any given man sees only a tiny portion of the total truth, and very often, in fact almost ... perpetually, he deliberately deceives himself about that little precious fragment as well.
From tiny, tiny waves of joy, one gets to the ocean of happiness, which is called bliss.
There's something about most phobias where there's a tiny, tiny corner where you think this really actually could happen.
Theres something about most phobias where theres a tiny, tiny corner where you think this really actually could happen.
Literature is a fragment of a fragment. Of all that ever happened, or has been said, but a fraction has been written; and of this but little is extant.
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
Certain people have said that the world is like a calm pond, and that anytime a person does even the smallest thing, it is as if a stone has dropped into the pond, spreading circles of ripples further and further out, until the entire world has been changed by one tiny action.
Sometimes I feel quite distinctly that what is inside me is not all of me. There is something else, sublime, quite indestructible, some tiny fragment of the Universal spirit.Don't you feel that?
As each of us awakens, it impacts human consciousness at a collective level. It is like dropping a tiny pebble of light into a dark pool of unconsciousness . Ripples of light!
While people argue with one another about the specifics of Freud's work and blame him for the prejudices of his time, they overlook the fundamental truth of his writing, his grand humility: that we frequently do not know our own motivations in life and are prisoners to what we cannot understand. We can recognize only a small fragment of our own, and an even smaller fragment of anyone else's, impetus.
Why should Ireland be treated as a geographical fragment of England - Ireland is not a geographical fragment, but a nation.
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