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
The most surprising Haruki Murakami quotes that are life-changing and eye-opening
What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world.
We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.
Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.
I have a million things to talk to you about.
All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world.
I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone.
They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.
The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
Chance encounters are what keep us going.
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.
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
I am 55 years old now. It takes three years to write one book. I don't know how many books I will be able to write before I die. It is like a countdown. So with each book I am praying - please let me live until I am finished.
Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
I happen to like the strange ones. People who look normal and leads normal lives - they're the ones you have to watch out for.
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.
I don't know, there's something about you.
Say there's an hourglass: the sand's about to run out. Someone like you can always be counted on to turn the thing over.
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.
Every one of us is losing something precious to us.
Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
A gentleman is someone who does not what he wants to do, but what he should do.
What makes us the most normal," said Reiko, "is knowing that we're not normal.
You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.
Be fearless, be brave, be bold, love yourself
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves.
So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.
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.
Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they'll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.
An expectation was there, mixed in with so many other emotions - excitement, resignation, hesitation, confusion, fear - that would well up then wither on the vine. You're optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.
You’re optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.
Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.
I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely.
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.
I don't know -- maybe the world has two different kinds of people, and for one kind the world is this completely logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it's all hit-or-miss macaroni gratin.
Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.
Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.
Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing.
Like Christmas, summer vacation, and a brand-new puppy rolled into one.
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.
Life is a lot more fragile than we think.
So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely.
The thing I’m most afraid of is me.
Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now
Here, too, a brand-new day is beginning.
It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the memory. In either case, for now, for most people, it is a blank sheet of paper.
There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.
Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by.
The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination.
A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. “Hold tight,” I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.
In long-distance running the only opponent you have to beat is yourself, the way you used to be.
Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.
As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around.
Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
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.
A certain something, he felt, had managed to work its way in through a tiny opening and was trying to fill a blank space inside him. The void was not one that she had made. It had always been there inside him. She had merely managed to shine a special light on it.