Haruki Murakami Quotes
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A person's last moments are an important thing. You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die.
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Deep rivers run quiet.
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My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.
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So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.
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For some reason all the middle-aged women he knew were very efficient.
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I feel like I've swallowed a cloudy sky.
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Like it or not, it's the society we live in. Even the standard of right and wrong has been subdivided, made sophisticated. Within good, there's fashionable good and unfashionable good, and ditto for bad. Within fashionable good, there's formal and then there's casual; there's hip, there's cool, there's trendy, there's snobbish. Mix 'n' match.
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In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.
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If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price.
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Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.
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Reality was utterly coolheaded and utterly lonely.
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Better to be a first-class matchbox than a second-class match.
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Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.
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It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical.
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I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.
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They put up with such strenuous training, and where did their thoughts, their hopes and dreams, disappear to? When people pass away, do their thoughts just vanish?
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Something in her small eyes caught the sunlight and glistened, like a glacier on the faraway face of a mountain.
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Age certainly hadn't conferred any smarts on me. Character maybe, but mediocrity is a constant, as one Russian writer put it. Russian writers have a way with aphorisms. They probably spend all winter thinking them up.
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Only people who have been discriminated against can really know how much it hurts. Each person feels the pain in his own way, each has his own scars. So I think I'm as concerned about fairness and justice as anybody. But what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T. S. Elliot calls 'hollow men'. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they're doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don't want to.
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Before I became a writer, I was running a jazz bar in the center of Tokyo, which means that I worked in filthy air all the time late into the night. I was very excited when I started making a living out of my writing, and I decided, 'I will live in nothing but an absolutely healthy way.'
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I didn't have much to say to anybody but kept to myself and my books. With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw it's fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
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Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another.
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My shadow is only half of what it should be." "Everyone has their shortcomings.
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Many are the women who can take their clothes off seductively, but women who can charm as they dress?