Haruki Murakami citations

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“La symbolique est indissociable de la poésie, comme le rhum l’est des pirates.”

“devil's tounge.”

“… je veux dire par là que, dans le cadre d’une réalité
particulière […], le sens pratique doit
faire condamner l’absence de particularité en tant que phénomène paradoxalement particulier.”

“Nos cœurs ne sont pas de pierre. Les pierres peuvent s’effondrer et se briser, perdre leur forme. Mais le cœur ne peut pas s’effondrer. Le cœur n’a pas de forme mais il peut se propager à l’infini.”

“« Voilà ce que vivre signifie », comprit Aomamé en un éclair. L’espoir est le combustible que les hommes brûlent pour pouvoir vivre. Impossible de vivre sans espoir. Mais c’est comme une pièce qu’on jette en l’air. Pile? Face? On le saura quand elle sera retombée, pas avant. Ses pensées angoissantes lui broyaient le cœur, si fort qu’elle sentait tous ses os crier.”

“Les souvenirs, c'est quelque chose qui vous réchauffe de l'intérieur. Et qui vous déchire violemment le cœur en même temps.”

“« Si vous n’avez jamais lu Hamlet au cours de votre vie, c’est comme si vous l’aviez passée au fond d’une mine de charbon ».”

“Des occasions précieuses, des possibilités, des sentiments qu’on ne pourra pas retrouver. C’est cela aussi, vivre. Mais à l’intérieur de notre esprit – je crois que c’est à l’intérieur de notre esprit, il y a une petite pièce dans laquelle nous stockons le souvenir de toutes ces occasions perdues. Une pièce avec des rayonnages, comme dans cette bibliothèque, j’imagine. Et il faut que nous fabriquions un index, avec des cartes de références, pour connaître précisément ce qu’il y a dans nos cœurs. Il faut aussi balayer cette pièce, l’aérer, changer l’eau des fleurs. En d’autres termes, tu devras vivre dans ta propre bibliothèque.”

“Une âme solitaire errant le long d’un rivage absurde battu par les flots. C’est peut-être la signification de ce nom : Kafka.”

“C’est le surf qui m’a appris à ne pas
lutter contre la force de la nature. Quelle que soit la violence des vagues
qu’on doit affronter.”

“Enfin, il se passait quelque chose, je me sentais vivre. Je ne m’usais pas. En tout cas, il existait une partie de moi qui ne se consumait pas. Et c’est pour ça que je me sentais réellement vivre. Je trouve qu’une existence humaine, même si elle dure très longtemps, n’a aucun sens si l’on n’a pas le sentiment de vivre."

in "Sommeil”

“Je pense que j’ai soif d’égalité et de justice autant que
n’importe qui. Mais je déteste par-dessus tout les gens qui manquent
d’imagination. Ceux que T. S. Eliot appelait « les hommes vides ».
Ils bouchent leur vide avec des brins de paille qu’ils ne sentent pas, et ne se
rendent pas compte de ce qu’ils font. Et avec leurs mots creux, ils essaient
d’imposer leur propre insensibilité aux autres.”

“Ce ne sont pas les humains qui choisissent leur destin mais le destin qui choisit les humains. Voilà la vision du monde essentielle de la tragédie grecque. Et la tragédie – d’après Aristote – prend sa source, ironiquement, non pas dans les défauts mais dans les vertus des personnages. Tu comprends ce que je veux dire? Ce ne sont pas leurs défauts, mais leurs vertus qui entraînent les humains vers les plus grandes tragédies. Œdipe roi de Sophocle, en est un remarquable exemple. Ce ne sont pas sa paresse ou sa stupidité qui le mènent à la catastrophe mais son courage et son honnêteté. Il naît de ce genre de situation une ironie inévitable.”

“Parfois, le destin ressemble à une tempête de sable qui se déplace sans cesse. Tu modifies ton allure pour lui échapper. Mais la tempête modifie aussi la sienne. Tu changes à nouveau le rythme de ta marche, et la tempête change son rythme elle aussi. C'est sans fin, cela se répète un nombre incalculable de fois, comme une danse macabre avec le dieu de la Mort, juste avant l'aube. Pourquoi? parce que la tempête n'est pas un phénomène venu d'ailleurs sans aucun lien avec toi. Elle est toi même et rien d'autre. elle vient de l'intérieur de toi. Alors la seule chose que tu puisses faire, c'est pénétrer délibérément dedans, fermer les yeux et te boucher les oreilles afin d'empêcher le sable d'y entrer, et la traverser pas à pas. Au coeur de cette tempête, il n'y a pas de soleil, il n'y a pas de lune, pas de repère dans l'espace; par moments, même, le temps n'existe plus. Il n'y a que du sable blanc et fin comme des os broyés qui tourbillonne haut dans le ciel. Voilà la tempête de sable que tu dois imaginer.”

“Les deux coudes sur la table, j'enfouis mon visage dans mes paumes. Au fond de ces ténèbres, je pensai à la mer sous la pluie. Il pleuvait sans bruit sur le vaste océan à l'insu du monde entier. Les gouttes frappaient la surface des eaux en silence, et même les poissons n'en avaient pas conscience.”

“Sa volubilité était une sorte de prélude intellectuel à l'acte sexuel. Les fonctions leur effleuraient le dos, les théorèmes exhalaient leur souffle tiède à leur oreille.”

“Ce que l'Histoire enseigne de plus important aux hommes pourrait se formuler ainsi : "À l'époque, personne ne savait ce qui allait arriver.”

“Le temps passait. Les particules de ténèbres dessinaient d'étranges figures sur ma rétine. Au bout d'un moment, ces figures s'écroulaient sans bruit, puis d'autres se formaient. Dans l'espace immobile comme du mercure, seule bougeait la nuit.”

“Je Bouge, Donc Je Suis”

“Every person has their own colour.”

“I’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.”

“He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.”

“From my own experience, when someone is trying very hard to get something, they don't. And when they're running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them. I'm generalizing, of course.”

“Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.”

“Of course, they're not clowning aroundto make me laugh. They're doing their best to live verylives, and they just happen to fall down sometimes. I think that's cool.”

“Have your dream… What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. (from Thailand)”

“Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life.”

“At the entrance to the original tower, there is a stone into which Jung carved some words with his own hand: 'Cold or not, God is present.”

“Force yourself to explain it and you create lies.”

“Time passes slowly. Nobody says a word, everyone lost in quiet reading. One person sits at a desk jotting down notes, but the rest are sitting there silently, not moving, totally absorbed. Just like me.”

“Isn't life strange? There are people who have so many leftover clothes they can't stuff them all in their wardrobe. And then there are people like me, whose socks never match.”

“We were young, and we had no need for prophecies. Just living was itself an act of prophecy.”

“Date etiquette lesson number two: Don't die. Go on living.”

“In dreams lie responsibilities.”

“A secret's a secret because you don't let people in on it.”

“…. solitude is, more or less, an inevitable consequence.”

“My cell phone number," she says with a wry expression. "I'm staying at my friend's place for a while buy if you ever feel like sseeing somebody, give me a call. We can go out for a bite or whatever. Don't be a stranger, okay? 'Even chance meetings'… how does the rest of that go?”

“The house kept its own time, like the old-fashioned grandfather clock in the living room. People who happened by raised the weights, and as long as the weights were wound, the clock continued ticking away. But with people gone and the weights unattended, whole chunks of time were left to collect in deposits of faded life on the floor.”

“On my fifteenth birthday I'll run away from home, journey to a far-off town, and live in a corner of a small library. It'd take a week to go into the whole thing, all the details. So I'll just give the main point. On my fifteenth birthday I'll run away from home, journey to a far-off town, and live in a corner of a small library.”

“The negation of cognition thus correlates on the verbal level. For when those two pillars of Western humanism, individual cognition and evolutionary continuity, lose their meaning, language loses meaning. Existence ceases for the individuum as we know it, and all becomes chaos. You cease to be a unique entity unto yourself, but exist simply as chaos. And not just the chaos that is you; you chaos is also my chaos. To wit, existence is communication, and communication, existence.”

“Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won't make time stand still.”

“The term "spirit projection " sprang to mind. Are you familiar with it? Japanese folk tales are full of this sort of thing, where the soul temporarily leaves the body and goes off a great distance to take care of some vital task and then returns to reunite with the body. The sort of vengeful spirits that populate The Tale of Genji may be something similar. The notion of the soul not just leaving the body at death but-assuming the will is strong enough -also being able to separate from the body of the living is probably an idea that took root in Japan in ancient times. Of course there's no scientific proof of this, and I hesitate to even raise the idea.”

“According to Aristophanes in Plato's The Banquet, in the ancient world of legend there were three types of people.
In ancient times people weren't simply male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female or female/female. In other words, each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyone was happy with this arrangement and never really gave it much thought. But then God took a knife and cut everyone in half, right down the middle. So after that the world was divided just into male and female, the upshot being that people spend their time running around trying to locate their missing half.”

“You burn barns. I don't burn barns. There's this glaring difference, and to me, rather than say which of us is strange, first of all I'd like to clear up just what that difference is.”

“In the depths of our crater lake, everything is silent. The volcano's been extinct for ages. Layer upon layer of solitude, like folds of soft mud. The little bit of light that manages to penetrate to the depths lights up the surroundings like the remains of some faint, distant memory. At these depths there's no sign of life. I don't know how long she looks at me -not at me, maybe, but at the spot where I am. Time's rules don't apply here. Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.”

“Weakness is something that rots in the body. Like gangrene. I’ve felt that ever since I was a teenager. That’s why I was always on edge. There’s this something inside you that’s rotting away and you feel it all along.”

“I've experienced all kinds of discrimination," Oshima says. "Only people who've been discriminated against can really know how much it hurts. Each person feels the pain in his own way, each has his own scars. So I think I'm as concerned about fairness and justice as anybody. But what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T. S. Eliot calls hollow men. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they're doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don't want to. Like that lovely pair we just met." He sighs and twirls the long slender pencil in his hand. "Gays, lesbians, straights, feminists, fascist pigs, communists, Hare Krishnas-none of them bother me. I don't care what banner they raise. But what I can't stand are hollow people. When I'm with them I just can't bear it, and wind up saying things I shouldn't. With those women I should've just let it slide, or else called Miss Saeki and let her handle it. She would have given them a smile and smoothed things over. But I just can't do that. I say things I shouldn't, do things I shouldn't do. I can't control myself. That's one of my weak points.”

“To sleep with a woman: it can seem of the utmost importance in your mind, or then again it can seem like nothing much at all. Which only goes to say that there's sex as therapy (self-therapy, that is) and there's sex as pastime. There's sex for self-improvement start to finish and there's sex for killing time straight through; sex that is therapeutic at first only to end up as nothing-better-to-do, and vice versa. Our human sex life- how shall I put it?- differs fundamentally from the sex life of a whale. We are not whales- and this constitutes one great theme underscoring our sex lives.”