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Learning another language is like becoming another person.

Learning another language is like becoming another person.

Haruki Murakami
Inspirational, Change, Learning

My shadow is only half of what it should be." "Everyone has their shortcomings.

Haruki Murakami
Shadow, Half, Should

Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.

Haruki Murakami
Lasts, Firsts, Daytime
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jul 07, 2016

There are three ways you can get along with a girl: one, shut up and listen to what she has to say; two, tell her you like what she's wearing; and three, treat her to really good food...If you do all that and still don't get the results you want, better give up.

Haruki Murakami
Girl, Giving Up, Two

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what 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 awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Flower, Heart
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jun 16, 2012

Nights without work I spend with whisky and books.

Haruki Murakami
Book, Night, Whisky

I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Thinking, Rocks

No matter where i go, i still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but i'm still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that i can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as i'll come to defining myself.

Haruki Murakami
Change, Being Yourself, Thinking

I was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.

Haruki Murakami
Reality, Space, Adrift
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Sep 15, 2014

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Say you’re running and you think, ‘Man, this hurts, I can’t take it anymore. The ‘hurt’ part is an unavoidable reality, but whether or not you can stand anymore is up to the runner himself.

Haruki Murakami
Running, Hurt, Pain
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Sep 10, 2014

Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply, and there's no way to stop them. I'm out of control.

Haruki Murakami
Cancer, Thinking, Way

The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.

Haruki Murakami
Reality, Able, Imagine

I'm scared," she said. "These days I feel like a snail without a shell." "I'm scared too," I said. "I feel like a frog without any webs." She looked up and smiled. Wordlessly we walked over to a shaded part of the building and held each other and kissed, a shell-less snail and a webless frog.

Haruki Murakami
Shells, Frogs, Scared

Don't let thoughts of me hold you back. Just do what you want to do. Otherwise, I might end up taking you with me, and that is the one thing I don't want to do. I don't want to interfere with your life.

Haruki Murakami
Want, Might, Ends
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Norwegian Wood”, p.192, Random House

Life is not like water. Things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.

Haruki Murakami
Life, Destiny, Water
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Apr 27, 2016

No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Matter, Oblivion
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Kafka On The Shore”, p.104, Random House

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, People, Littles

Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

Haruki Murakami
Numbness, Emptiness, Bitter
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Kafka On The Shore”, p.426, Random House

Of what value is a civilization that can't toast a piece of bread as ordered?

Haruki Murakami
Civilization, Pieces, Bread

Holding this soft, small living creature in my lap this way, though, and seeing how it slept with complete trust in me, I felt a warm rush in my chest. I put my hand on the cat's chest and felt his heart beating. The pulse was faint and fast, but his heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small body with all the restless earnestness of my own.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Cat, Hands
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Oct 29, 2015

A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.

Haruki Murakami
Perfection, Imperfect, Limitless
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Dec 20, 2010

Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, People, Age
"The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle". Book by Haruki Murakami, August 25, 1995.

When it's all over, it'll seem like a dream.

Haruki Murakami
Dream, Over It, Seems

I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.

Haruki Murakami
Lonely, Disappointment, Loneliness
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Norwegian Wood”, p.68, Random House

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

Haruki Murakami
Past, Passing Moments, Becoming
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman”, p.263, Random House

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