..finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used. Haruki Murakami shaving-cream used half There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart. Haruki Murakami honesty heart world It's not me but the world that's deranged. Haruki Murakami deranged world The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless Haruki Murakami passage-of-time venom passages I move, therefore I am. Haruki Murakami moving What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow. Haruki Murakami cat giving-up thinking I collect records. And cats. I don't have any cats right now. But if I'm taking a walk and I see a cat, I'm happy. Haruki Murakami records cat walks I don't think of myself as an artist. I'm just a guy who can write. Haruki Murakami artist writing thinking I like to read books. I like to listen to music. Haruki Murakami listening-to-music book When I start to write, I don't have any plan at all. I just wait for the story to come. Haruki Murakami waiting stories writing There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair. Haruki Murakami insightful perfect writing Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action. Haruki Murakami norwegian-wood standards action To know one’s own state is not a simple matter. One cannot look directly at one’s own face with one’s own eyes, for example. One has no choice but to look at one’s reflection in the mirror. Through experience, we come to believe that the image is correct, but that is all. Haruki Murakami eye reflection believe 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. Haruki Murakami intellectual book window Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory. Haruki Murakami leaving weather memories What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. Haruki Murakami finding-love kind life The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory. Haruki Murakami devouring memories past So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness. Haruki Murakami farewell play loss The sense of tragedy - according to Aristotle - comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist's weak points but from his good qualities. Do you know what I'm getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. ... [But] we accept irony through a device called metaphor. And through that we grow and become deeper human beings. Haruki Murakami quality tragedy people Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me. Haruki Murakami stars nature beautiful
