Haruki Murakami Quotes

The right words always seemed to come too late.

The sad truth is that certain types of things can't go backward. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can't go back the way they were. If even one little thing goes awry, then th...

The silence is so deep it hurts our ears.

The things we try our hardest not to lose, we really just put deep abysses in the spaces between them.

The well bottom is like the bottom of the sea. Things down here stay very still, keeping their original forms, as if under tremendous pressure, unchanged from day to day. A round slice of light floats...

The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there, that we experience our victories and defeats.

Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate reson...

Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It jus...

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

There in the dim light, staring at the shadow on the wall, I poured out the story of my life. (…) How nothing touched me. And I touched nothing. How I’d lost track of what mattered. How I worked like...

There were plenty of women around who dressed smartly, and plenty more who dressed to impress, but this girl was different. Totally different. She wore her clothing with such utter naturalness and gra...

There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.

There’s nothing wrong with not looking like something. It just means you don’t fit the stereotype yet.

These days I just can't seem to say what I mean,' she said. 'I just can't. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more...

They tell us that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself,but I don't believe that. he said. Then, a moment later, he added: Oh,the fear is there, all right. It comes to us in many different for...

Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.

This is no honky-tonk parade. 1Q84 is the real world, where a cut draws real blood, where pain is real pain and fear is real fear. The moon in the sky is no paper moon.

This is the extent of his knowledge of the sea: it was very big, it was salty, and fish lived there.

This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet.

This uneasiness comes over me from time to time, and I feel as if I've somehow been pieced together from two different puzzles.