#norwegian

Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still haven't answered me." I probably still haven't completely adapted to the world," I said after giving it some thought. "I don't know, I feel like this isn't the real world. The people, the scene: they just don't seem real to me." Midori rested an elbow on the bar and looked at me. "There was something like that in a Jim Morrison song, I'm pretty sure." People are strange when you're a stranger. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#norwegian-wood #space

Every once in a while she'll get worked up and cry like that. But that's ok. She's letting her feelings out. The scary thing is not being able to do that. Then your feelings build up and harden and die inside. That's when you're in big trouble. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#japan #murakami #norwegian-wook #japan

Ibsen was Norwegian by birth, but universal in spirit. ↗

— Liv Ullmann

#ibsen #norwegian #spirit #universal

My father was a Norwegian who came from a small town near Oslo. He broke his arm at the elbow when he was 14, and they amputated it. ↗

— Roald Dahl

#arm #broke #came #elbow #father

Though my father was Norwegian, he always wrote his diaries in perfect English. ↗

— Roald Dahl

#diaries #english #father #his #norwegian

We always had lutefisk for Christmas dinner, after which Dad read from the Norwegian Bible. ↗

— Peter Agre

#always #bible #christmas #dad #dinner

All Norwegian children learn to swim when they are very young because if you can't swim it is difficult to find a place to bathe. ↗

— Roald Dahl

#because #children #difficult #find #learn

I have worked in a very close and cordial way with Norwegian representatives at many international meetings, and the pleasure I felt at those associations was equaled only by the profit I always secured from them. ↗

— Lester B. Pearson

#associations #close #cordial #equaled #felt

My father was a Norwegian tenor and my mother a New York Irish librarian. ↗

— David Johansen

#irish #librarian #mother #new #new york

She repeated what her mother had told me, that she had been moved when she heard me playing as she passed the house. She had seen me on the street a few times, too, and begun to worship me. She actually used that word: worship. It made me turn bright red. I mean, to be 'worshiped' by such a beautiful little doll of a girl! I don't think it was an absolute lie, though. I was in my thirties already, of course, and I could never be as beautiful and bright as she was, and I had no special talent, but I must have had something that drew her to me, something that was missing in her, I would guess. Which must have been what got her interested in my to begin with. I believe that now, looking back. And I'm not boasting. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#norwegian-wood #beauty