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One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Harmony, Connected

Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Forever, Staring
Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84: Books 1 and 2”, p.236, Random House

What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, What Matters, Lasts
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Sep 23, 2014

For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.

Haruki Murakami
Romantic, True Love, Heart
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Oct 10, 2016

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
Heart, Reality, Sea
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Kafka On The Shore”, p.24, Random House

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

Haruki Murakami
Fear, Heart, Journey
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Mar 22, 2015

She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Thinking, People
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jun 13, 2011

She curled up and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her ear was right above his heart. She was listening to his thoughts. "I need to know this," Aomame said. "That we're in the same world, seeing the same things.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Listening, Needs

To be able to talk to your heart’s content about a book you like with someone who feels the same way about it is one of the greatest joys that life can offer.

Haruki Murakami
Book, Writing, Heart
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Apr 30, 2014

Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Waiting, World
"1Q84". Book by Haruki Murakami, 2009.

Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Heart, Rivers
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 04, 2015

Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, News, Flood Likes

She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.

Haruki Murakami
Beautiful, Girl, Heart

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

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

Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Pieces, Paper

Wasn't it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core-- a tiny flame to cup one's hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Reality, Flames
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Sep 22, 2015

I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Coward, Matter

He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Able, Void

She was hearing everything that went on in his heart, like a person who can trace a map with his fingertip and conjure up vivid, living scenery.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Maps, Vivid
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jun 19, 2016

sometimes I think I've got this hard kernel in my heart, and nothing much can get inside it. I doubt if I can really love anybody.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Thinking, Doubt

When a writer develops a story, he is confronted with a poison that is inside him. If you don't have that poison, your story will be boring and uninspired. It's like fugu: The flesh of the pufferfish is extremely tasty, but the roe, the liver, the heart can be lethally toxic.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Toxic, Poison

Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Evil, May
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Oct 28, 2015

Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were.

Haruki Murakami
Inspirational, Teacher, Heart

We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Heart, Light

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