The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami "Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg." Haruki Murakami wall novelists eggs Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights. Haruki Murakami girl summer beautiful Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory. This really came home to me once I started writing fiction, that memory seemd a kind of fiction, or vice versa. Either way, no matter how hard you try to put everything neatly into shape, the context wanders this way and that, until finally the context isn't even there anymore... Warm with life, hopeless unstable. Haruki Murakami home writing memories And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west. The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully. Haruki Murakami fate miracle perfect All over the world people have developed their own ideas about what's right and wrong in life, but so long as you aren't harming others or the Earth, it's your choice when you decide how you want to live your life - Yours and yours alone. Life's no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe's my own to fool with. Haruki Murakami cake long ideas What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. Haruki Murakami quake eye real When it's all over, it'll seem like a dream. Haruki Murakami over-it seems dream 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. Haruki Murakami oblivion matter memories There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul--or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. THAT moon. Haruki Murakami loneliness moon animal Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining. Haruki Murakami sea rain fall Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate resonance of longing. Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something. "Goodbye, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. See you again sometime. Haruki Murakami girl eye goodbye Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it's time to drink. Haruki Murakami scotch-whisky appreciation beautiful I wonder what ants do on rainy days? Haruki Murakami rainy-day ants wonder She was hearing everything that went on in his heart, like a person who can trace a map with his fingertip and conjure up vivid, living scenery. Haruki Murakami maps vivid heart Understanding' is merely the sum total of our misunderstandings. Haruki Murakami misunderstanding understanding I'm scared," she said. "These days I feel like a snail without a shell." "I'm scared too," I said. "I feel like a frog without any webs." She looked up and smiled. Wordlessly we walked over to a shaded part of the building and held each other and kissed, a shell-less snail and a webless frog. Haruki Murakami shells frogs scared I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me. Haruki Murakami rocks rain thinking Strong and independent? I’m neither. I’m just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not. Haruki Murakami independent strong reality I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”. Haruki Murakami end-of-the-world ends world Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self? Haruki Murakami different self feelings
