Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly? Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait. Haruki Murakami ebb-and-flow waiting pregnancy No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together out of my mind. I can't do it because it really happened, they are part of my life, and there is no way I can just erase them. That would be the same as erasing my own self. Haruki Murakami self mind years Of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. We would have been far more happy if we had. But that was like the tides, the change of seasons--something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. No matter how cleverly we might shelter it, our delicate friendship wasn't going to last forever. We were bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear. Haruki Murakami hurt love relationship What I feel for her is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being. Haruki Murakami breathing different roots 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 repair. Haruki Murakami damage humans hurt She was seriously in love, but she never made demands. Haruki Murakami demand made If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. Haruki Murakami philosophical care love Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life. Haruki Murakami excuse kind ends If you can’t understand it without an explanation, you can’t understand it with an explanation. Haruki Murakami explanation ifs life 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 encouraging uplifting change There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate. Haruki Murakami matter years Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted. Haruki Murakami sunday sight way I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely. Haruki Murakami aomame all-alone lonely Find me now. Before someone else does. Haruki Murakami inspirational love romantic I never could stand being forced to do something I didn't want to do at a time I didn't want to do it. Whenever I was able to do something I liked to do, though, when I wanted to do it, and the way I wanted to do it, I'd give it everything I had. Haruki Murakami able want giving The strength I'm looking for isn't the type where you win or lose. I'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. What I want us the kind of strength to be able to absorb that kind of power, to stand up to it.The strength to quietly endure things - unfairness, misfortunes, sadness, mistakes, misunderstandings. Haruki Murakami wall sadness mistake I happen to like the strange ones. People who look normal and leads normal lives - they're the ones you have to watch out for. Haruki Murakami watches people looks I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me. Haruki Murakami real people world Kumiko and I felt something for each other from the beginning. It was not one of those strong, impulsive feelings that can hit two people like an electric shock when they first meet, but something quieter and gentler, like two tiny lights traveling in tandem through a vast darkness and drawing imperceptibly closer to each other as they go. As our meetings grew more frequent, I felt not so much that I had met someone new as that I had chanced upon a dear old friend. Haruki Murakami drawing strong two Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. Haruki Murakami loss life mean
