No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting. Haruki Murakami phrases waiting time The body is not the only target of rape. Violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood. Haruki Murakami target doe blood 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. Haruki Murakami true-love heart romantic This is what it means to live on. When granted hope, a person uses it as fuel, as a guidepost to life. It is impossible to live without hope. Haruki Murakami fuel use mean We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods. Haruki Murakami bird two people When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea. Haruki Murakami wake-up tears ideas Fairness is a concept that holds only in limited situations. Yet we want the concept to extend to everything, in and out of phase. From snails to hardware stores to married life. Maybe no one finds it, or even misses it, but fairness is like love. What is given has nothing to do with what we seek. Haruki Murakami like-love phases missing What makes us the most normal," said Reiko, "is knowing that we're not normal. Haruki Murakami normal knowing said To sleep with a woman: it can seem of the utmost importance in your mind, or then again it can seem like nothing much at all. Which only goes to say that there's sex as therapy (self-therapy, that is) and there's sex as pastime. 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It only occurs to us at certain times. And all we can do is go with those things. As we take them in, we survive, and deepen. Haruki Murakami rocks mind wind The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis. Haruki Murakami axes silence sound Only people who have been discriminated against can really know how much it hurts. Each person feels the pain in his own way, each has his own scars. So I think I'm as concerned about fairness and justice as anybody. But what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T. S. Elliot calls 'hollow men'. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they're doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don't want to. Haruki Murakami pain hurt men Each individual has their own unique color, which shines faintly around the contours of their body. Like a halo. Or a backlight. I'm able to see those colors clearly. Haruki Murakami color unique personality It's a dark, cool, quiet place. A basement in your soul. And that place can sometimes be dangerous to the human mind. I can open the door and enter that darkness, but I have to be very careful. I can find my story there. Then I bring that thing to the surface, into the real world. Haruki Murakami real dark doors I go back to the reading room, where I sink down in the sofa and into the world of The Arabian Nights. Slowly, like a movie fadeout, the real world evaporates. I'm alone, inside the world of the story. My favourite feeling in the world. Haruki Murakami real reading night Even if there were two of me, I still couldn't do all that has to be done. No matter what, though, I keep up my running. Running every day is a kind of lifeline for me, so I'm not going to lay off or quit just because I'm busy. If I used being busy as an excuse not to run, I'd never run again. I have only a few reasons to keep on running, and a truckload of them to quit. All I can do is keep those few reasons nicely polished. Haruki Murakami two-of-me done running In other words, let's face it: Life is basically unfair. But even in a situation that's unfair, I think it's possible to seek out a kind of fairness. Of course, that might take time and effort. And maybe it won't seem to be worth all that. It's up to each individual to decide whether or not it is. Haruki Murakami effort might thinking