The world is an inherently unfair place. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love. Haruki Murakami dreamwritingnight In dreams begins responsiblities. Haruki Murakami dream Isn't life strange? There are people who have so many leftover clothes they can't stuff them all in their wardrobe. And then there are people like me, whose socks never match. Haruki Murakami clothesstuffpeople In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It's important to combine the two in just the right amount. Haruki Murakami importanttwoworld I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling. Haruki Murakami together-againnumbnessfeelings This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone. You have to realize it's going to be a long process and that you'll work on things slowly, one at a time. Haruki Murakami tangledblowpatience They were each like a mirror for the other, reflecting the changes in themselves. Haruki Murakami reflectingmirrors Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer vacation, and a brand-new puppy rolled into one. Haruki Murakami vacationpuppysummer Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything. Haruki Murakami dreamloveromantic We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me. Haruki Murakami moonrealityworld Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart. Haruki Murakami rainheartrivers She's letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble. Haruki Murakami scaryexpressionfeelings 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. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. Haruki Murakami fateeyeplay I don't care what you do to me, but I don't want you to hurt me. I've had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy. Haruki Murakami carehurtwant I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring. I’ve had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listening to music over being with someone else. I could always think of things to do by myself. Haruki Murakami readingrunningbook She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while. Haruki Murakami heartpeoplethinking No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current's too overpowering; I don't have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I've never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there's no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I'll be burned up, gone forever. Haruki Murakami mistakelove-ismean A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else. Haruki Murakami how-to-lovepersonssimple As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you. Haruki Murakami heavy-thingsstrongmind We're all kind of weird and twisted and drowning. Haruki Murakami drowningtwistedkind
