Haruki Murakami: Cytaty po angielsku (strona 18)

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“An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.”

Haruki Murakami książka O czym mówię, kiedy mówię o bieganiu

Źródło: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

“Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.”

Haruki Murakami książka The Elephant Vanishes

Źródło: The Elephant Vanishes

“Artists are those who can evade the verbose.”

Haruki Murakami książka Kafka nad morzem

Źródło: Kafka on the Shore

“What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.”

Haruki Murakami książka Koniec świata i hard-boiled wonderland

Źródło: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

“But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?"

"Word games," I dismissed. "Every army needs a flag.”

Haruki Murakami książka Koniec świata i hard-boiled wonderland

Źródło: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

“People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.”

Haruki Murakami książka Tańcz, tańcz, tańcz

Źródło: Dance Dance Dance

“No matter how long you stand there examining yourself naked before a mirror, you'll never see reflected what's inside.”

Haruki Murakami książka O czym mówię, kiedy mówię o bieganiu

Źródło: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

“A friend to kill time is a friend sublime.”

Haruki Murakami książka Przygoda z owcą

Źródło: A Wild Sheep Chase: A Novel (1982), Chapter 40, The Rat Who Wound the Clock

“Once again, life had a lesson to teach me: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.”

Haruki Murakami książka Koniec świata i hard-boiled wonderland

Wariant: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.
Źródło: Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World (1985), Chapter 19: Hamburgers,Skyline and Deadline
Źródło: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Kontekst: Once again, life had a lesson to teach me: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy. Sure, I'd gotten tired of this tiny space, but I'd had a good home here. In the time it takes to swill two cans of beer, all had had sublimed like morning mist. My job, my whiskey, my peace and quiet, my solitude, my Sormerset Maugham, and John Ford collections-all of it trashed and worthless.