The world would be a pretty dull place if it were made up only of the first-rate, right? Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami One listless day followed another, with nothing to distinguish one from the next. You could have changed the order and no one would have noticed. Haruki Murakami next changed order Ever since that happened to me, I haven't been able to give myself to anyone in this world. Haruki Murakami able giving world My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stories are like guideposts to my heart. Haruki Murakami shadow heart writing If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well. Haruki Murakami left mines wells If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. Haruki Murakami garden stories writing Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light. Haruki Murakami light moon two There's no war that will end all wars. Haruki Murakami ends war life It doesn’t matter how old I get, but as long as I continue to live I’ll always discover something new about myself. Haruki Murakami something-new matter long The things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words. Haruki Murakami most-wanted moments wanted The light of morning decomposes everything. Haruki Murakami light morning Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won't make time stand still. Haruki Murakami coward eye ears But the silence spoke volumes. Haruki Murakami spokes volume silence Things like that happen all the time in this great big world of ours. It's like taking a boat out on a beautiful lake on a beautiful day and thinking both the sky and the lake are beautiful. So stop eating yourself up alive. Things will go where they're supposed to go if you just let them take their natural course. Haruki Murakami lakes beautiful thinking Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library. Haruki Murakami flower heart memories There were plenty of women around who dressed smartly, and plenty more who dressed to impress, but this girl was different. Totally different. She wore her clothing with such utter naturalness and grace that she could have been a bird that had wrapped itself in a special wind as it made ready to fly off to another world. He had never seen a woman who wore her clothes with such apparent joy. And the clothes themselves looked as if, in being draped on her body, they had won new life for themselves. Haruki Murakami clothes girl wind No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant. Haruki Murakami disappear lasts long I've always done whatever I felt like doing in life. People may try to stop me, and convince me I'm wrong, but I won't change. Haruki Murakami running trying people You can have tons of talent, but it won't necessarily keep you fed. If you have sharp instincts, through, you'll never go hungry. Haruki Murakami hungry instinct talent Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone? Haruki Murakami love friendship philosophy You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you. Haruki Murakami these-days quiet life
