Haruki Murakami: Cytaty po angielsku (strona 13)

“For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly.
From something like that or it doesn't begin at all.”

“We survived. You and I. And those who survive have a duty. Our duty is to do our best to keep on living. Even if our lives are not perfect.”

“I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.”

“No matter how quiet and conformist a person’s life seems, there’s always a time in the past when they reached an impasse. A time when they went a little crazy. I guess people need that sort of stage in their lives.”

“Memory is so crazy! It's like we've got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we just keep forgetting, one after the other.”

“Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.”

“Things can be seen better in the darkness," he said, as if he had just seen into her mind. "But the longer you spend in the dark, the harder it becomes to return to the world aboveground where the light is”

“I'll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel”

“The things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words.”

“When it's raining like this," said Naoko, "it feels as if we're the only ones in the world. I wish it would just keep raining so the three of us could stay together.”

“Reality was utterly coolheaded and utterly lonely.”

“Understanding is but the sum of misunderstandings.”

“You got to know your limits. Once is enough, but you got to learn. A little caution never hurt anyone. A good woodsman has only one scar on him. No more, no less.”

“Being active every day makes it easier to hear that inner voice.”

“What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?”

“Everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time.”

“Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.”

“Waiting for your
answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At
least let me know whether or not I hurt you.”

“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.”