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  • #1
    Haruki Murakami
    “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, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #2
    Haruki Murakami
    “And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #3
    Haruki Murakami
    “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, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

  • #4
    Haruki Murakami
    “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, Sputnik Sweetheart

  • #5
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #6
    Haruki Murakami
    “I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes 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. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

    And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

    And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #8
    Haruki Murakami
    “No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.”
    Haruki Murakami, After the Quake

  • #9
    Haruki Murakami
    “I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #10
    Haruki Murakami
    “Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.”
    Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories

  • #11
    Haruki Murakami
    “But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

  • #12
    Haruki Murakami
    “Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.”
    Haruki Marukami

  • #13
    Haruki Murakami
    “Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #14
    Haruki Murakami
    “Only the Dead stay seventeen forever.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #15
    Haruki Murakami
    “Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #16
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes I feel so- I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going’
    Like a little lost Sputnik?’
    I guess so.”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

  • #17
    Haruki Murakami
    “What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #18
    Haruki Murakami
    “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, Kafka on the Shore

  • #19
    Haruki Murakami
    “I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty five days a year, I was still in elementary school at the time - fifth or sixth grade - but I made up my mind once and for all.”

    “Wow,” I said. “Did the search pay off?”

    “That’s the hard part,” said Midori. She watched the rising smoke for a while, thinking. “I guess I’ve been waiting so long I’m looking for perfection. That makes it tough.”

    “Waiting for the perfect love?”

    “No, even I know better than that. I’m looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortcake. And you stop everything you’re doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortcake out to me. And I say I don’t want it anymore and throw it out the window. That’s what I’m looking for.”

    “I’m not sure that has anything to do with love,” I said with some amazement.

    “It does,” she said. “You just don’t know it. There are time in a girl’s life when things like that are incredibly important.”

    “Things like throwing strawberry shortcake out the window?”

    “Exactly. And when I do it, I want the man to apologize to me. “Now I see, Midori. What a fool I have been! I should have known that you would lose your desire for strawberry shortcake. I have all the intelligence and sensitivity of a piece of donkey shit. To make it up to you, I’ll go out and buy you something else. What would you like? Chocolate Mousse? Cheesecake?”

    “So then what?”

    “So then I’d give him all the love he deserves for what he’s done.”

    “Sounds crazy to me.”

    “Well, to me, that’s what love is…”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #20
    Haruki Murakami
    “I'm a very ordinary human being; I just happen to like reading books.”
    Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

  • #21
    Haruki Murakami
    “If they invent a car that runs on stupid jokes, you could go far.”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

  • #22
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #23
    Haruki Murakami
    “But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood



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