Murakami Haruki idézet

oldal 13

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

“It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.”

“Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.”

“When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble.”

“But intolerant, narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host, change form, and continue to thrive. They're a lost cause, and I don't want anyone like that coming in here.”

“And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.”

“We were, the two of us, still fragmentary beings, just beginning to sense the presence of an unexpected, to be-aquired reality that would fill us and make us whole.”

“This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet.”

“She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.”

“My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.”

“Like dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.”

“Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.”

“Nakata's empty inside… Do you know what it means to be completely empty? Being empty is like a vacant house. An unlocked, vacant house. Anybody can come in, anytime they want. That's what scares me the most”

“My grandpa always said asking a question is embarrassing for a moment, but not asking is embarrassing for a lifetime.”

“I wondered if she was trying to convey something to me, something she could not put into words - something prior to words that she could not grasp within herself and which therefore had no hope of ever turning into words.”

“It is sometimes necessary for each person. Fill up with delicious food, get drunk, sing loudly and chat frivolously.”

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

“I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn’t last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.”

“Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.”

“Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.”

“Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another.”

“Mediocrity is a constant, as one Russian writer put it. Russians have a way with aphorisms. They probably spend all winter thinking them up.”

“I'm not a fast reader. I like to linger over each sentence, enjoying the style. If I don't enjoy the writing, I stop.”

“If you think of someone enough, you’re sure to meet them again.”

“There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.”

“The world is an inherently unfair place.”

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

“Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?”

“Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”