Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood Quotes
I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
When people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. ‘Mythomania’ is the word for it.
Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.
Loving another person is a wonderful thing, and if that love is sincere, no one ends up tossed into a labyrinth. You have to have more faith in yourself.
Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.
Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.
People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.
The years nineteen and twenty are a crucial stage in the maturation of character, and if you allow yourself to become warped when you're that age, it will cause you pain when you're older.
Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.
It was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films.
The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.
It's hard not being able to see you, but my life in Tokyo would be a lot worse if it weren't for you.
No, it's not sick. I wish I could be the one to hold you, though, I said. So hold me. Now. Right here.
I went on loving him just the same, and I could never be interested in anyone else.
There was much about him that was fine and beautiful, but he could never find the confidence he needed.
You want to know why you felt that way about me even though you didn't love me.
I had thought about it so often - too often, to the point where it had distorted my sense of time.
When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it. That's what I think. It's just a form of sincerity.
If you think about it, an unfair society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit.
Maybe so, but I'm not just looking up at the sky and waiting for the fruit to drop. In my own way, I'm working hard. I'm working ten times harder than you are.
In any case, though, I believe that I have not been fair to you and that, as a result, I must have led you around in circles and hurt you deeply.
It was that kind of kiss. But as with all kisses, it was not without a certain element of danger
Because sometimes I have a need for human warmth, I answered honestly. Sometimes, if I can't feel something like the warmth of a woman's skin, I get so lonely I can't stand it.
I could never tell what was going on inside the pretty heads of the girls that Naoko brought along, and they probably couldn't understand me, either.
I loved Midori. And I had probably known as much for a while. I had just been avoiding the conclusion for a very long time.
I still loved Naoko. Bent and twisted as that love might be, I did love her. Somewhere inside me, there was still preserved a broad, open space, untouched, for Naoko and no one else.
I have always loved Naoko, and I still loved her. But there is a decisive finality to what exists between Midori and me.
Waiting for your answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At least let me know whether or not I hurt you
No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow.
I don't know, it's stupid being 20, " she said. "I'm just not ready. It feels weird. Like somebody's pushing me from behind.
With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
I’ve never once thought about how I was going to die, ” she said. “I can’t think about it. I don’t even know how I’m going to live.
It just happens to be the way that I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.
She and I were bound together at the border between life and death. It was like that for us from the start
I'd like to have a good long talk with you once you've calmed down. Please call me soon. Happy Birthday.
Then, all but instinctively, I took her in my arms. Pressed against me, her whole body trembling, she continued to cry without a sound.
I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough.
My words did not seem to reach her. Or, if they did, she was unable to grasp their meaning.
Too many memories of her were crammed inside of me, and as soon as one of them found the slightest opening, the rest would force their way out in an endless stream, an unstoppable flood.
