Quotes by Haruki Murakami

I'll be happy if running and I can grow old together.

My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.

Life is not like water. Things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

It's not right for one friend to do all the giving and the other to do all the taking: that's not read friendship.

Don't blame me. That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution.

There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.

With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness astory.

I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.

Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me.

Hey, Mr. Nakata. Gramps. Fire! Flood! Earthquake! Revolution! Godzilla's on the loose! Getup!

Lo cierto es que no sé qué es el corazón. No sé qué significa exactamente, ni tampoco sé cómo se usa. Solo he aprendido la palabra.

I'm afraid to get involved with the outside world. I'm afraid to meet new people and feel new feelings.

I am living in hell from one day to the next. But there is nothing I can do to escape. I don't know where I would go if I did. I feel utterly powerless, and that feeling is my prision. I entered of my own free will, I locked the door, and I threw away the key.

When someone is trying very hard to get something, they don't. And when they're running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them.

When you are used to the kind of life -of never getting anything you want- you stop knowing what it is you want.

It's easy to forget things you don't need anymore.

A gentleman is someone who does not what he wants to do, but what he should do.

I'm often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I'm running? I don't have a clue.

As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.

Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you

For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.

Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.

Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.The pain is an anchor, mooring mehere.

I'm tired of living unable to love anyone. I don't have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can't even love myself. Why is that? Why can't I love myself? It's because I can't love anyone else. A person learns how to love himself through the si

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.

here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repai

Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?

Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.

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 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.

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star.It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.

I tell lies the same way I breathe. If I didn't, I would die.

It’s not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There’s a shadowy middle ground.

If you can’t understand it without an explanation, you can’t understand it with an explanation.

A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

When you love someone, you love the person as they are, and not as you'd like them to be.

Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart.

My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with are still faults.

Even if we could turn back, we'd probably never end up where we started.

But even if I never see them again, I’ll always carry them inside me.

Reality is just a point of view.

And once the storm is over, you won't remember how you made it through.

Time expands, then contracts, and in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.

The past is always with us, just waiting to mess with the present.

There’s no such thing as perfect writing, just like there’s no such thing as perfect despair.

The world is not that complicated. It’s the person who complicates things.

I just run. I run in void. Or maybe I should put it the other way: I run to acquire a void.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.

Dreams come from the past, not from the future. Dreams shouldn't control you — you should control them.

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.

Music has that power to revive memories, sometimes so intensely that they hurt.

I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

If you're young and talented, it's like you have wings.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves.

Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.

Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading. You can only think what everyone else is thinking.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking

Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence?

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked

Sometimes all you need is a good scare to get things straightened out.

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

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