Haruki Murakami World Quotations

When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real. That is my world, you could say.

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

One last word of advice, though, Mr. Okada, though you may not want to hear this. There are things in this world it is better not to know about. Of course, those are the very things that people most want to know about. It's strange.

Either I'm funny or the world's funny. I don't know which. The bottle and lid don't fit. It could be the bottle's fault or the lid's fault. In either case, there's no denying that the fit is bad.

But still," Ayumi said, "it seems to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness." "You may be right," Aomame said, "But it's too late to trade it in for another one.

It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.

Probably." "Again with the probablys." "A world full of probablys," she said.

We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.

So what’s wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?

Kafka is one of my very favorite writers. Kafka's fictional world is already so complete that trying to follow in his steps is not just pointless, but quite risky, too. What I see myself doing, rather, is writing novels where, in my own way, I dismantle the fictional world of Kafka that itself dismantled the existing novelistic system.

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.

Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.

In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It's important to combine the two in just the right amount.

There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.

The world is an inherently unfair place.

That's how people live in the real world: forcing stuff on each other.

I learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist.

How much do you love me?' Midori asked. 'Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,' I said.

That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

No, I don't want your money. The world moves less by money than by what you owe people and what they owe you. I don't like to owe anybody anything, so I keep to myself as much on the lending side as I can.

The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you're supposed to go up and down when you're supposed to go down. When you're supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you're supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there's no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness.

This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it'd lose even its imperfection.

I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.

Ever since that happened to me, I haven't been able to give myself to anyone in this world.

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.

There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.

It's not me but the world that's deranged.

If you want everything to be nice and straight all the time, then go live in a world made with a triungular ruler.

You don't have to judge the whole world by your own standards. Not everybody is like you, you know.

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.

she was beautiful and seemingly quite intelligent, what with her pentameter search system. There wasn't a reason in the world not to find her appealing.

Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.

Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless.

All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.

Genius or fool, you don't live in the world alone. You can hide underground or you can build a wall around yourself, but somebody's going to come along and screw up the works.

Everybody burns out in this world; amateur, pro, it doesn't matter, they all burn out, they all get hurt, the OK guys and the not-OK guys both. That's why everybody takes out a little insurance. I've got some too, here at the bottom of the heap. That way, you manage to survive if you burn out. If you're all by yourself and don't belong anywhere, you go down once, and you're out. Finished.

What the world needs is a set villain that people can point at and say, “It’s all your fault!

The young man knows that he is irretrievably lost. This is no town of cats, he finally realizes. It is the place where he is meant to be lost. It is another world, which has been prepared especially for him. And never again, for all eternity, will the train stop at this station to take him back to the world he came from.

It's a terrible thing when a person dies, whatever the circumstances. A hole opens up in the world, and we need to pay the proper respects. If we don't, the hole will never be filled in again.

I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.

Let the world move along as it pleased. If it had any business with him, it would be sure to tell him.

It seemed to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.

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.

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?

Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything's possible when it comes to love.

[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

The facts and techniques or whatever they teach you in class isn't going to be veryuseful in the real world, that's for sure.

The world would be a pretty dull place if it were made up only of the first-rate, right?

My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.