01c. 1949 ADSomething will work out tomorrow, I thought. And if not, then tomorrow I'll do some thinking. Ob—la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
02c. 1949 ADOnce you pass a certain age, life becomes noting more than a process of continual loss. Things that are important to your life begin to slip out of your grasp, one after another, like a comb losing teeth. And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations. Your physical strength, your hopes, your dreams, your ideals, your convictions, all meaning, or, then again, the people you love: one by one, they fade away. Some announce their departure before they leave, while others just disappear all of a sudden without warning one day. And once you lose them you can never get them back. Your search for replacement never goes well. It’s all very painful- as painful as actually being cut with a knife.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
03c. 1949 ADI don't know much about the world, but I do know one thing for sure. If I'm pessimistic, then the adults in this world who are not pessimistic are a bunch of idiots.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
04c. 1949 ADIt was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
05c. 1949 ADI want to write stories that are different from the ones I've written so far, Junpei thought: I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
06c. 1949 ADI never trust people with no appetite. It's like they're always holding something back on you.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
07c. 1949 ADCuriosity can bring guts out of hiding at times, maybe even get them going. But curiosity usually evaporates. Gust have to go for the long haul. Curiosity's like a fun friend you can't really trust. It turns you on and then it leaves you to make it on your own - with whatever guts you can musterHaruki Murakami / quote ↗
08c. 1949 ADGuns are like cars: you can trust a good used one better than one that's brand new.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
09c. 1949 ADI might have been afraid that if I really loved someone and needed her, one day she might suddenly disappear without a word, and I'd be left all alone.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
10c. 1949 ADMaybe you didn't want to get married, or get tied down?'Tsukuru shook his head. 'No, I don't think that was it. I'm the sort of person who craves stability.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
11c. 1949 ADHe sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
12c. 1949 ADIt wasn't like there was some obvious change. Actually, the problem was more a lack of change. Nothing about her had changed - the way she spoke, her clothes, the topics she chose to talk about, her opinions - they were all the same as before. Their relationship was like a pendulum gradually grinding to a halt, and he felt out of synch.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
14c. 1949 ADSo 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, 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 the end of 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.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
15c. 1949 ADEverybody has some one thing they do not want to lose," began the man. "You included. And we are professionals at finding out that very thing. Humans by necessity must have a midway point between their desires and their pride. Just as all objects must have a center of gravity. This is something we can pinpoint. Only when it is gone do people realize it even existed.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
16c. 1949 ADApril ended and May came along, but May was even worse than April. In the deepening spring of May, I had not choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass - but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
17c. 1949 ADEach memory was now the shadow of a shadow of a shadow. The only thing that remained tangible to him was the sense of absence.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
18c. 1949 ADFor darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can't see.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
19c. 1949 ADWe keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
20c. 1949 ADI would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
21c. 1949 ADEvery one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s what part of it means to be alive. But inside our heads — at least that’s where I imagine it — there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let fresh air in, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live for ever in your own private library.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
22c. 1949 ADWhy do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
23c. 1949 ADThinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
24c. 1949 ADBesides being the world the kind of sadness that can not be expressed in tears. You can not explain it to anyone. Unable to take any shape, settles quietly in the bottom of the heart as snow during the windless night.Haruki Murakami / quote ↗
