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Never let the darkness or negativity outside affect your inner self. Just wait until morning comes and the bright light will drown out the darkness.

Never let the darkness or negativity outside affect your inner self. Just wait until morning comes and the bright light will drown out the darkness.

Haruki Murakami
Good Night, Goodnight, Morning

It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Spring, Good Day
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Dec 08, 2015

I'm going to take you out of here ... I'm going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Home, Cat
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jul 18, 2014

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

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.

Haruki Murakami
Inspiring, Rest In Peace, Morning
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Mar 31, 2011

The light of morning decomposes everything.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Light

The good thing about writing books is that you can dream while you are awake. If it’s a real dream, you cannot control it. When writing the book, you are awake; you can choose the time, the length, everything. I write for four or five hours in the morning and when the time comes, I stop. I can continue the next day. If it’s a real dream, you can’t do that.

Haruki Murakami
Dream, Morning, Real

Colours shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Rain, Yellow
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jun 08, 2015

It was a short one-paragraph item in the morning edition.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Paragraph, Items
"A Wild Sheep Chase". Book by Haruki Murakami, October 13, 1982.

I get up early in the morning, 4 o'clock, and I sit at my desk and what I do is just dream. After three or four hours, that's enough. In the afternoon, I run.

Haruki Murakami
Running, Dream, Morning
"What Haruki Murakami talks about". Interview with Heidi Benson, www.sfgate.com. October 26, 2008.

Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning can only produce writing that matches what they do. And that includes me.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Writing, Roots
"Marathon man". Interview with Richard Williams, www.theguardian.com. May 16, 2003.

I generally concentrate on work for three or four hours every morning. I sit at my desk and focus totally on what I’m writing. I don’t see anything else, I don’t think about anything else.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Writing, Thinking
Haruki Murakami (2011). “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”, p.77, Random House

I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind my own spring. I give it some 36 good twists by the time I've got up, brushed my teeth, shaved, eaten breakfast, changed my clothes, left the dorm, and arrived at the university. I tell myself, "OK, let's make this day another good one." I hadn't noticed before, but they tell me I talk to myself a lot these days. Probably mumbling to myself while I wind my spring.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Spring, Wind

There wasn't a cloud in the sky, no wind, and everything was quiet around us - all we could hear were birds chirping in the woods. The war seemed like something in a faraway land that had nothing to do with us. We sang songs as we hiked up the hill, sometimes imitating the birds we heard. Except for the fact that the war was still going on, it was a perfect morning.

Haruki Murakami
Song, Morning, War
"Kafka on the Shore". Book by Haruki Murakami, September 12, 2002.

The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted as the first winds of winter slipped between the withered branches and across the highlands toward the southeast. Stopping in the center of the pasture, I could hear the winds clearly. No turning back, they pronounced. The brief autumn was gone.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Autumn, Winter
"A Wild Sheep Chase". Book by Haruki Murakami, December 31, 1989.

sometimes i'd wake up at two or three in the morning and not be able to fall asleep again. i'd get out of bed, go to the kitchen, and pour myself a whiskey. glass in hand, i'd look down at the darkened cemetary across teh way and the headlights of the cars on the road. the moments of time linking night and dawn were long and dark. if i could cry, it might make things easier. but what would i cry over? i was too self centered to cry for other people, too old to cry for myself.

Haruki Murakami
Morning, Fall, Dark
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Feb 13, 2012

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart. [On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning ]

Haruki Murakami
Beautiful, Girl, Morning

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