What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment. Haruki Murakami far-away moments It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words. Haruki Murakami moments forever lost A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance. Haruki Murakami fate destiny looks I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning. Haruki Murakami pain bears long If you want everything to be nice and straight all the time, then go live in a world made with a triungular ruler. Haruki Murakami nice want world That’s how stories happen — with a turning point, an unexpected twist. There’s only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story. Haruki Murakami twists stories thinking As long as I kept my body moving I could forget about the emptiness inside. Haruki Murakami numbness long moving I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it. Haruki Murakami giving-up eye mean At times like this, adults need a drink Haruki Murakami drink adults needs Whether you take the doughnut hole as a blank space or as an entity unto itself is a purely metaphysical question and does not affect the taste of the doughnut one bit. Haruki Murakami space taste doe ..finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning. Haruki Murakami died ants Adults constantly raise the bar on smart children, precisely because they're able to handle it. The children get overwhelmed by the tasks in front of them and gradually lose the sort of openness and sense of accomplishment they innately have. When they're treated like that, children start to crawl inside a shell and keep everything inside. It takes a lot of time and effort to get them to open up again. Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were. Haruki Murakami smart heart children Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time. Haruki Murakami crazy insanity life A man is like a two-story house. The first floor is equipped with an entrance and a living room. On the second floor is every family member's room. They enjoy listening to music and reading books. On the first underground floor is the ruin of people's memories. The room filled with darkness is the second underground floor. Haruki Murakami reading memories book Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another. Haruki Murakami evil heart may The Earth, time, concepts, love, life, faith justice, evil - they're all fluid and in transition. They don't stay in one form or in one place forever. The whole universe is like some big FedEx box. Haruki Murakami love-life evil justice Nights without work I spend with whisky and books. Haruki Murakami whisky night book Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language. Haruki Murakami things-in-life language complicated Understanding is but the sum of misunderstandings. Haruki Murakami misunderstanding understanding I stare at her chest. As she breathes, the rounded peaks move up and down like the swell of waves, somehow reminding me of rain falling softly on a broad stretch of sea. I'm the lonely voyager standing on deck, and she's the sea. The sky is a blanket of gray, merging with the gray sea off on the horizon. It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky. Between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart. Haruki Murakami lonely rain moving
