Haruki Murakami Quotes
There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.
Writing things was important, wasn't it? Nakata asked.'Yes, it was. The process of writing was important. Even though the finished product is completely meaningless.
If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s salvation in life. Even if you can’t get together with that person.
I know exactly what I'm doing, but I just can't stop. That's my greatest weakness.
From the moment of my birth, I lived with pain at the center of my life. My only purpose in life was to find a way to coexist with intense pain.
That's how it is with art. Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning are incapable of such writing.
Tendencies. Yougottendencies. Soevenifyoudideverythingoveragain, yourwholelife, yougottendenciestodojustwhatyoudid, alloveragain. -The Sheep Man.
Let your body work until it is spent, but keep your mind to yourself.
IT's not death. It's eternal life. And you get't'be yourself. Compared to that, this world isn't but a momentary fantasy. Please don't forget that.
I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough.
That amazing time in our lives is gone, and will never return. All the beautiful possibilities we had then have been swallowed up in the flow of time.
A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else.
Every person has their own colour.
This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: 'At the time, no one knew what was coming.
There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.
Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.
I was much younger, much hungrier, much more alone. But I was myself, pared down to the essentials.
It's not as if our lives are simply divided into light and dark. There's a shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does.
Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.
If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there's salvation in life. Even if you can't get together with that person.
Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
Next she turned the gun upward and thrust the muzzle into her mouth. Now it was aimed directly at her cerebrum-- the gray labyrinth where consciousness resided.
Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry—at someone else or at herself—which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.
Guns are like cars: you can trust a good used one better than one that's brand new.
Durum semolina, golden wheat wafting in Italian fields. Can you imagine how astonished the Italians would be if they knew that what they were exporting in 1971 was really loneliness
Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.
He decided not to ask for details. Better to avoid exposing his ignorance even further.
Don't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand)
It was as if my whole life revolved around trying to judge the appropriate point in a conversation to say goodbye
No matter what the situation may be, I still take pleasure in witnessing the joy of others.
You have to dream intentionally. Most people dream a dream when they are asleep. But to be a writer, you have to dream while you are awake, intentionally.
Good style happens in one of two ways: the writer either has an inborn talent or is willing to work herself to death to get it.
I guess time doesn't flow in order, does it - A, B, C, D? It just sort of goes where it feels like going.
Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.
I love you, " I said to her. "From the bottom of my heart. I don't ever want to let you go again. But there's nothing I can do. I can't make a move.""Because of her?"I nodded.
The real world—where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.
My father always told me: 'Give somebody a hand and he'll take an arm.
Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it might go on
Civilization is communication. When that which should be expressed and transmitted is lost, civilization comes to an end.
What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus.
At some point the future becomes reality. And then it quickly becomes the past.
The role of a story was, in the broadest terms, to transpose a single problem into another form. ... It was like a piece of paper bearing the indecipherable text of a magic spell.
Have your dream...What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. (from Thailand)
You've already decided what you're going to do, and all that's left is to set the wheels in motion. I mean, it's your life. Basically, you gotta go with what you think is right.
Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.
Reality spilled out into the alley like water from an overfilled bowl - as sound, as smell, as image, as plea, as response.
