You know what girls are like. They turn twenty or twenty-one and all of a sudden they start having these concrete ideas. They get super realistic. And when that happens, everything that seemed so sweet and lovable about them begins to look ordinary and depressing.

Haruki Murakami

Categorized in : Sweet Girl Depressing

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 in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami

life-lesson change inspirational

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds

Haruki Murakami

harmony connected heart

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

Haruki Murakami

motivational inspirational life

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

Haruki Murakami

journey fear heart

Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.

Haruki Murakami

fake-people sometimes fall

No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal.

Haruki Murakami

honestly stills matter

Deep rivers run quiet.

Haruki Murakami

rivers running quiet

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

Haruki Murakami

waiting mistake running

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

Haruki Murakami

able special might

Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy.

Haruki Murakami

life

Never let the darkness or negativity outside affect your inner self. Just wait until morning comes and the bright light will drown out the darkness.

Haruki Murakami

goodnight good-night morning

As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn't, doesn't. Time solves most things. And what time can't solve, you have to solve yourself.

Haruki Murakami

lasts goes-on life

Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Haruki Murakami

sad lonely life

Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely.

Haruki Murakami

regret way thinking

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

Haruki Murakami

fighting healing dream

What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.

Haruki Murakami

what-matters lasts heart

As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around.

Haruki Murakami

mistake long

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through, is now like something from the distant past. We're so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn. New styles, new information, new technology, new terminology ... But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone. And for me, what happened in the woods that day is one of these.

Haruki Murakami

struggle memories war

What's nurtured slowly grows well.

Haruki Murakami

wells grows

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

Haruki Murakami

quake matter life