Quotes From Kafka On The Shore Novels & Stories

She voiced out desperately. How exactly was I supposed to tell her that I wasn’t usually like this? That I was being stuck up because of being on an island for several days? Guess I had to explain it someday. Or now… “One of my greatest fears right now is- what if no one finds us? What if we rot here till we die? It’s over, Zara. If someone was going to find us, they could have done that by now.” I final admitted. “No, Zack. A wise man once said, ‘It ain’t over until it’s over” so if I were you, I’d not lose hope.” Her lips are swift. It’s like there’s an imaginary fire within her. A fire I never notices.

And painted across both sides, three simple quotes from Sophia’s memoir: “You are not hard to love.” “Your silence was never a flaw. It was a pause.” “We don’t rise to impress. We rise to breathe.” Ralia sat up front beside Sophia, her journal clutched like a lifeline. Her eyes shone as brightly as the morning sun they’d chased out of Benin. “I still can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, almost afraid to wake the dream. Sophia smiled, her gaze steady on the road ahead. “Neither can I.”

She shared the fact that the only reason she knew the obscure quote was through Bo, who at times would find other people words easier than his own. “The universe may forget us, but our light will brighten the darkness for eons after we’ve departed this world.” It was a repetitive quote, Oscar took a deep breath. “The universe may forget us, but it can’t forget us until we’re gone and we’re still here, our futures still unwritten.” Oscar could not remember the rest of the words, but he could see their effect on Bo. The taller man calms, his breathing moving at a steady pace through slightly parted lips.

She pulled the paper back, hugged it to her chest, then lowered her face until it almost touched the table. Stage two. Deliberately sad silence. Kendra bit into her bagel while looking between us like she was watching a tennis match with serious prize money. Al patted the whale shark’s head. “Give Rafa Lemon.” I turned sharply toward him. “Since when are you on her side?” “He can keep potato picture.” “I drew you.” “It’s bad.” “Fine. Next time, hire a portrait artist.” Gabby lifted her head. “Put in folder, Mami.”

Her heartbeat slowed against her will, each word pressing down on her chest like a soothing lullaby. She gasped for breath, “Vincent…don’t listen!” The fountain gurgled louder, creating ripples that formed into words across its surface: “Drink, and you will never suffer again.” Vincent’s gaze lingered too long on the water, his facial expression softening like a soldier returning home after a long time in battle. Camela grabbed his sleeve tightly. “No! Don't even think about it.” He blinked and shook his head, but his lips parted anyway and asked, “What if it’s true? What if we could just stay? No more running, no more fire, no more masks.”

com ]. Quote of The Chapter: "If I Had My Life to Live Over, I Would Find You Sooner So That I Could Love You Longer"

Jack raised the shard of obsidian. "Gods don't choke."

In the cloud of her mind, she saw her mother again, who had gone back to meet her, and she longed to go after her, for she had nothing and no one left to fight for. Don't despair, even for not despairing. When everything seems to be over, new strength arises. That means you are alive. Franz Kafka.

Shekau's voice seeped in through the gaps in the wall of my thoughts I had been engrossed in, hauling my sight back to where he now sat on the stone bench. "A young man once quoted, 'I love it when people dig their own graves as it saves me so much time'," he began in a reverential tone, sucking violently on the already shrunken stick that still remained fixed in his mouth despite the gradual loss of its solidity. I couldn't determine who faced worse, the gaunted stick that was subject to the putrid and foul odour rising from the pits of his decayed and ramshackled mouth or myself as I beyond doubt faced verdict as the words fell from Shekau's lips.

Most of it was cryptic—pages full of looping glyphs and partial diagrams, phrases half-faded: ‘Time is not a force to wield. It is a current to swim in.’ ‘When stillness comes, listen.’ I’d read the same passage five times before slamming it shut. “This makes no sense.” I was ready to give up when the door burst open. “Someone looks like they got hit by a truck,” Kaid said, leaning on the doorframe. “Kaelen again?” Lila asked from behind him, holding a basket of fruit. I groaned. “Don’t ask. I think he enjoys watching me fail.”