Haruki Murakami Quotes

They were people who had no doubt whatsoever that the more narrow-minded they became, the closer they got to heaven.

Things may look different to you than they did before. I've had that experience myself. But don't let appearances fool you. There's only one reality.

Everything just blows me away.

Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.

When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.

I have these realistic dreams and snap wide awake in the middle of the night. And for a while I can't work out what's real and what isn't... That kind of feeling. Do you have any idea what I'm saying?

When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.

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.

I might think I can't take it any more, that I can't go on any more, but one way or another I get past that.

I got to know her well, and we talked about all sorts of things. We understood each other. You could even say I loved her.

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.

What I feel for her is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being.

I get irritated, I get upset. Especially when I'm in a hurry. But I see it all as part of our training. To get irritated is to lose our way in life.

I really like you, Midori. A lot.How much is a lot?Like a spring bear, I said.A spring bear? Midori looked up again. What’s that all about? A spring bear.You’re walking through a field all by yourself...

I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn’t last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.

Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.

My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stori...

Writing novels is much the same. You gather up bones and make your gate, but no matter how wonderful the gate might be, that alone doesn't make it a living breathing novel. A story is not something of...

Toru: What happens when people open their hearts?Reiko: They get better.

Those five fingers and that palm were like a display case crammed full of everything I wanted to know--and everything I had to know. By taking my hand, she showed me what these things were. That withi...