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Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

Haruki Murakami
Loneliness, Acid
Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84:”, p.33, Random House

There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul--or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. THAT moon.

Haruki Murakami
Loneliness, Animal, Moon

But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Loneliness, Book
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jan 01, 2017

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

I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.

Haruki Murakami
Lonely, Loneliness, Bird
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Apr 10, 2015

Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in.

Haruki Murakami
Loneliness, Home, Heart

Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Haruki Murakami
Lonely, Loneliness, Sputnik
"Sputnik Sweetheart". Book by Haruki Murakami, 1999.

It made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundlessly across the blackness of outer space. The dark, lustrous eyes of the dog gazing out the tiny window. In the infinite loneliness of space, what could the dog possibly be looking at?

Haruki Murakami
Dog, Loneliness, Eye
"Sputnik Sweetheart". Book by Haruki Murakami, www.theguardian.com. 1999.

Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?

Haruki Murakami
Loneliness, Rain, Fall
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Sputnik Sweetheart”, p.146, Random House

In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn't tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.

Haruki Murakami
Loneliness, Looks, Afternoon
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Norwegian Wood”, p.103, Random House

I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment - perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depth of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything. All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been.

Haruki Murakami
Loneliness, Twilight, Thinking
"The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle". Book by Haruki Murakami, August 25, 1995.

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