Haruki Murakami Quotes

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

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

Understanding is but the sum of misunderstandings.

We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.Nonetheless, we can in the same breath deny tha...

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.

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.

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

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.

Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean if that’s the way it goes, what’s the point of loving someone? Why the hell does it have to be like that?

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...

You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost. Mark my words: as soon as the bones mend, you will forget about the fracture.

You can see a person's whole life in the cancer they get.

You know what I'd really like to do the most right now? Climb up to the top of some high place like the pyramids. The highest place I can find. Where you can see forever. Stand on the very top, look a...

You make do with what you have. As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have.

You’re optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.

[...] he made it a rule never to touch a book by any author who had not been dead at least 30 years.That's the only kind of book I can trust, he said.It's not that I don't believe in contemporary lite...

Let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.

آن‌چیزی که به اندیشه امکان رشد می‌دهد، درد است.

I don't know how many good books I still have in me I hope there are another four or five.