Haruki Murakami: Cytaty po angielsku (strona 16)

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

“Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone's soul being blown to the far side of the world.”

“With luck, it might even snow for us.”

“In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, that dinner date never came to be.”

“Generally, people who are good at writing letters have no need to write letters. They've got plenty of life to lead inside their own context.”

“If you try to use your head to think about things, people don't want to have anything to do with you”

“How many Sundays – how many hundreds of Sundays like this – lay ahead of me? “Quiet, peaceful and lonely,” I said aloud to myself. On Sundays i didn't wind my spring.”

“When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.”

“Nobody's going to win all the time. On the highway of life you can't always be in the fast lane.”

“Your work should be an act of love, not a marriage of convenience.”

“I wasn't particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don't have to die the next.”

“I’ve never once thought about how I was going to die,” she said. “I can’t think about it. I don’t even know how I’m going to live.”

“Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.”

“As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around.”

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

“Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one?”

“Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.”

“Will you wait for me forever?”

“It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life.”