The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami How much do you love me?' Midori asked. 'Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,' I said. Haruki Murakami do-you-love-me enough world Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you. Haruki Murakami lonely real sex When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it. Haruki Murakami falling-for-you falling-in-love giving Life: I'll never understand it. Haruki Murakami When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently. Haruki Murakami Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry—at someone else or at herself—which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears. Haruki Murakami angry-at-someone cry tears ...most people in the world don't really use their brains to think. And people who don't think are the ones who don't listen to others. Haruki Murakami brain people thinking Is this what it means to go back to square one? Most likely. He had nothing left to lose, other than his life. Haruki Murakami left squares mean We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze. Haruki Murakami breeze arbitrary spring So I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Watanabe: Wow, and did your search pay off? M: That's the hard part. I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough. Haruki Murakami perfection long years Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were. Haruki Murakami heart teacher inspirational Fate seems to be taking me in some even stranger directions. Haruki Murakami fate stranger seems When I was a teenager, I thought how great it would be if only I could write novels in English. I had the feeling that I would be able to express my emotions so much more directly than if I wrote in Japanese. Haruki Murakami teenager feelings writing I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place - death. Haruki Murakami ongoing lying thinking At any rate, that’s how I started running. Thirty three—that’s how old I was then. Still young enough, though no longer a young man. The age that Jesus Christ died. The age that Scott Fitzgerald started to go downhill. That age may be a kind of crossroads in life. That was the age when I began my life as a runner, and it was my belated, but real, starting point as a novelist. Haruki Murakami real running jesus Crying is personal. On the other hand, laughing is more general . Laughing makes our hearts wider. Haruki Murakami heart laughing hands The sun sliced through the windshield, sealing me in light. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth on my eyelids. Sunlight traveled a long distance to reach this planet; an infinitesimal portion of that sunlight was enough to warm my eyelids. I was moved. That something as insignificant as an eyelid had its place in the workings on the universe, that the cosmic order did not overlook this momentary fact. Haruki Murakami distance light eye No, I don't want your money. The world moves less by money than by what you owe people and what they owe you. I don't like to owe anybody anything, so I keep to myself as much on the lending side as I can. Haruki Murakami people world moving she was beautiful and seemingly quite intelligent, what with her pentameter search system. There wasn't a reason in the world not to find her appealing. Haruki Murakami intelligent beautiful world Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence. Haruki Murakami bones body absence
