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Here, too, a brand-new day is beginning. It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the memory. In either case, for now, for most people, it is a blank sheet

Here, too, a brand-new day is beginning. It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the memory. In either case, for now, for most people, it is a blank sheet of paper.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, People, New Day

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

Haruki Murakami
Relationship, Memories, Thinking
Haruki Murakami (2011). “A Wild Sheep Chase”, p.137, Random House

People's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.

Haruki Murakami
Life, Memories, People
"After Dark". Book by Haruki Murakami, September 7, 2004.

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Erase, Colorless
"Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage". Book by Haruki Murakami, August 12, 2014.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

Haruki Murakami
Life, Letting Go, Memories

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

Haruki Murakami
Life, Memories, Inspiration

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through, is now like something from the distant past. We're so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn. New styles, new information, new technology, new terminology ... But still, 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. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone. And for me, what happened in the woods that day is one of these.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, War, Struggle
"Kafka on the Shore". Book by Haruki Murakami, 2002.

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.

Haruki Murakami
Love, Life, Memories
"Kafka on the Shore". Book by Haruki Murakami, January, 2005.

What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Dark, What If

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

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

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.

Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory. This really came home to me once I started writing fiction, that memory seemd a kind of fiction, or vice versa. Either way, no matter how hard you try to put everything neatly into shape, the context wanders this way and that, until finally the context isn't even there anymore... Warm with life, hopeless unstable.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Home, Writing
Haruki Murakami (1994). “The Elephant Vanishes”, Vintage

That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Battle, World
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from May 16, 2016

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Weather, Leaving
"Dance Dance Dance". Book by Haruki Murakami, 2011.

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

Our memory is made up of our individual memories and our collective memories. The two are intimately linked. And history is our collective memory. If our collective memory is taken from us - is rewritten - we lose the ability to sustain our true selves.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Taken, Self
Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84: Books 1 and 2”, p.275, Random House

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Past, Devouring

You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Philosophy, Dirty
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Oct 20, 2014

My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories - not so many, but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to know what happened then, to my father's generation. It's a kind of inheritance, the memory of it.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Father, War

Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Fiction

I 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
Memories, Gone, May

The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Heart, Gleam
Haruki Murakami (1994). “The Elephant Vanishes”, Vintage

Now and then may not be enough…You have to enjoy it while you’re still young. enjoy it to the fullest. You can use the memories of what you did to warm your body after you get old and can’t do it anymore.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Use, Body
Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84: Books 1 and 2”, p.175, Random House

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