If you want to talk about something new, you have to make up a new kind of language. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples, some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death. Haruki Murakami labyrinth games fall In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion. Haruki Murakami companion compassion Her smile steps offstage for a moment, then does an encore, all while I'm dealing with my blushing face. Haruki Murakami faces doe steps Wasn't he the one who said you shouldn't trust anybody who calls himself an ordinar man? - Naoko Haruki Murakami said men It was a strange feeling, like touching a void. Haruki Murakami void touching feelings The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living. Haruki Murakami goes-on I spent thirty-three years in another man's shadow. I went everywhere he went, I helped him with everything he did. I was in a sense a part of him. When you live like that for a long time, you gradually lose track of what it is you yourself really want out of life Haruki Murakami men long years Don't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand) Haruki Murakami should-have dream lying Have your dream...What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. (from Thailand) Haruki Murakami discipline dream needs I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo) Haruki Murakami scare imagination men Time passes slowly. Nobody says a word, everyone lost in quiet reading. One person sits at a desk jotting down notes, but the rest are sitting there silently, not moving, totally absorbed. Just like me. Haruki Murakami sitting reading moving Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Haruki Murakami adjusting storm fate Nature is actually unnatural Haruki Murakami unnatural The world in books seemed so much more alive to me than anything outside. I could see things I'd never seen before. Books and music were my best friends. I had a couple of good friends at school, but never met anyone I could really speak my heart to. Haruki Murakami couple heart book Results aside, the ability to have complete faith in another human being is one of the finest qualities a person can possess. Haruki Murakami finest quality results One last word of advice, though, Mr. Okada, though you may not want to hear this. There are things in this world it is better not to know about. Of course, those are the very things that people most want to know about. It's strange. Haruki Murakami advice people world I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind my own spring. I give it some 36 good twists by the time I've got up, brushed my teeth, shaved, eaten breakfast, changed my clothes, left the dorm, and arrived at the university. I tell myself, "OK, let's make this day another good one." I hadn't noticed before, but they tell me I talk to myself a lot these days. Probably mumbling to myself while I wind my spring. Haruki Murakami spring morning wind Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope. Haruki Murakami despair sorrow loss They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle. Haruki Murakami lonely perfect hands Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved. Haruki Murakami suicide heart people
