#murakami quote

[euneirophrennia]

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

Dance, dance, dance by Murakami Haruki

[ccbookspoethingsfan]

Death can be anything at all

The Elephant vanishes by Haruki Murakami

[oakfern]

It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.  ―   Haruki Murakami,  Kafka on the Shore

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[nocturnaldisaster]

"We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone for ever."

Haruki Murakami, "Sputnik Sweetheart"

[fleetling]

I hope you get used to being here soon.

Haruki Murakami (tr. Philip Gabriel) , Kafka on the Shore

[ccbookspoethingsfan]

And a realization would come to me: This is happening here and now. [...] Reality and I simultaneously at this present moment. That's the most important thing.

The Elephant vanishes by Haruki Murakami

[nocturnaldisaster]

"So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us—that’s snatched right out of our hands—even if we are left completely changed people with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness."

"Sputnik Sweetheart", Haruki Murakami

[ccbookspoethingsfan]

Actually, I’m extremely dissatisfied with being who I am. It’s nothing to do with my looks or abilities or status or any of that. It simply has to do with being me. The situation strikes me as grossly unfair.

The Elephant vanishes by Haruki Murakami