Haruki Murakami Quotes about Spring

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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.

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

A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs of this world. Alone in this fun house, only I grow old, a pale softball of death swelling inside me. Yet even as I sleep somewhere between Saturn and Uranus, wind-up birds everywhere are busy at work fulfilling their appointed rounds.

Haruki Murakami

Softball, Fun, Spring

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

Her partially open lips now opened wide, and her soft, fragrant tongue entered his mouth, where it began a relentless search for unformed words, for a secret code engraved there. Tengo's own tongue responded unconsciously to this movement and soon their tongues were like two young snakes in a spring meadow, newly wakened from their hibernation and hungrily intertwining, each led on by the other's scent.

Haruki Murakami

Spring, Snakes, Two

From the girl who sat before me now...surged a fresh and physical life force. She was like a small animal that has popped into the world with the coming of spring. Her eyes moved like an independent organism with joy, laughter, anger, amazement, and despair. I hadn't seen a face so vivid and expressive in ages, and I enjoyed watching it live and move.

Haruki Murakami

Girl, Laughter, Spring

What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?

Haruki Murakami

Spring, Night, Thinking

In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life.

Haruki Murakami

Spring, Years, Twenties

Haruki Murakami (2011). “Sputnik Sweetheart”, p.3, Random House

We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.

Haruki Murakami

Spring, Arbitrary, Breeze

"A Wild Sheep Chase: A Novel". Book by Haruki Murakami, October 13, 1982.

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

You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, 'Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?' So you and the bear spend the whole day in each other's arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?

Haruki Murakami

Sweet, Spring, Nice

I wrote a huge number of letters that spring: one a week to Naoko, several to Reiko, and several more to Midori. I wrote letters in the classroom, I wrote letters at my desk at home with Seagull in my lap, I wrote letters at empty tables during my breaks at the Italian restaurant. It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life.

Haruki Murakami

Spring, Home, Writing

How many Sundays - how many hundreds of Sundays like this - lay ahead of me? “Quiet, peaceful, and lonely,” I said aloud to myself. On Sundays, I didn't wind my spring.

Haruki Murakami

Lonely, Spring, Sunday

"Norwegian Wood". Book by Haruki Murakami, 2000.

You know, the usual story. Once upon a time I was playing my harp by a spring when a fairy appeared out of nowhere, handed me a Beretta Model 92, and told me to shoot the white rabbit over there for target practice.

Haruki Murakami

Spring, Practice, White

Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84: Books 1 and 2”, p.99, Random House

It was a narrow world, a world that was standing still. But the narrower it became, the more it betook of stillness, the more this world that enveloped me seemed to overflow with things and people that could only be called strange. They had been there all the while, it seemed, waiting in the shadows for me to stop moving. And every time the wind-up bird came to my yard to wind its spring, the world descendedmore deeply into chaos.

Haruki Murakami

Spring, Moving, Wind

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jul 03, 2015