2,618 Quotes by Haruki Murakami

People leave strange little memories behind when they die.

Njerëzit në botën e vërtetë kështu janë, e detyrojnë njëri-tjetrin të bëjnë gjëra që s'kanë dëshirë t'i bëjnë.

I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind my own spring.

I'm working class. But it's the working class that keeps the world running, and it's the working class that gets exploited. What the hell kind of revolution have you got just tossing out big words that working-class people can't understand? What the hell kind of social revolution is that?

What marks his plays is the way things get so mixed up the characters are trapped. Do you see what I mean? A bunch of different people appear, and they've got all their own situations and reasons and excuses, and each one is pursuing his or her own brand of justice or happiness. As a result, nobody can do anything. Obviously. I mean, it's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.

But think about it - what if there were a deus ex machina in real life? Everything would be so easy! If you felt stuck or trapped, some god would swing down from up here and solve all your problems. What could be easier than that?

And while you're living with these feelings, you youngsters get old just like me," said Reiko with a smile. "You're thinking about how it's morning now or night now and then the next thing you know, you're old.

My memory has grown increasingly dim, and I have already forgotten any number of things. Writing from memory like this, I often feel a pang of dread. What if I've forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me I'd a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?

Death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life. ... Death exists – in a paperweight, in four red and white balls on a pool table – and we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust.