Quotes from book

Norwegian Wood

“Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.”

“The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.”

“What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?… the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.”

“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.”

“Everybody thinks I'm this delicate little girl. But you can't tell a book by it's cover.' To which she added a momentary smile.”

“In his own way, he's lived life with all the intensity he could muster.”

“You’re really cute, Midori,” I corrected myself.
“What do you mean really cute?”
“So cute the mountains crumble and the oceans dry up.”

“The world is an inherently unfair place.”

“I wonder what ants do on rainy days?”

“Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.”

“When people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. ‘Mythomania’ is the word for it.”

“Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.”

“Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.”

“That's the kind of death that frightens me. The shadow of death slowly, slowly eats away at the region of life, and before you know it everything's dark and you can't see, and the people around you think of you as more dead than alive.”

“I can be hurt, you know. I can get as exhausted as anybody else. I can feel so bad I want to cry, too.”

“She's letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble.”

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

“Our faces were no more than ten inches apart but she was lightyears away from me.”

“I didn't have much to say to anybody but kept to myself and my books. With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw it's fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.”