Haruki Murakami Quotes About Darkness

Quotes about: Darkness

• Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.

  Haruki Murakami

  Beautiful, Girl, Summer

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jun 20, 2013

• The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you're supposed to go up and down when you're supposed to go down. When you're supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you're supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there's no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness.

  Haruki Murakami

  Darkness, Towers, World

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Oct 20, 2015

• Kumiko and I felt something for each other from the beginning. It was not one of those strong, impulsive feelings that can hit two people like an electric shock when they first meet, but something quieter and gentler, like two tiny lights traveling in tandem through a vast darkness and drawing imperceptibly closer to each other as they go. As our meetings grew more frequent, I felt not so much that I had met someone new as that I had chanced upon a dear old friend.

  Haruki Murakami

  Strong, Two, Drawing

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle”, p.223, Random House

• Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining.

  Haruki Murakami

  Rain, Fall, Sea

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 30, 2015

• It's a dark, cool, quiet place. A basement in your soul. And that place can sometimes be dangerous to the human mind. I can open the door and enter that darkness, but I have to be very careful. I can find my story there. Then I bring that thing to the surface, into the real world.

  Haruki Murakami

  Real, Dark, Doors

• 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

• Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and you catch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In an instant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes. But if you close your eyes, that point of light stays with you, just barely for a few moments.

  Haruki Murakami

  Eye, Night, Light

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jan 19, 2016

• On any given day, something claims our attention. Anything at all, inconsequential things. A rosebud, a misplaced hat, that sweater we liked as a child, an old Gene Pitney record. A parade of trivia with no place to go. Things that bump around in our consciousness for two or three days then go back to wherever they came from... to darkness. We've got all these wells dug in our hearts. While above the wells, birds flit back and forth.

  Haruki Murakami

  Children, Heart, Two

• I closed my eyes and listened carefully for the descendants of Sputnik, even now circling the earth, gravity their only tie to the planet. Lonely metal souls in the unimpeded darkness of space, they meet, pass each other, and part, never to meet again. No words passing between them. No promises to keep.

  Haruki Murakami

  Lonely, Eye, Space

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Sputnik Sweetheart”, p.196, Random House

• Things can be seen better in the darkness," he said, as if he had just seen into her mind. "But the longer you spend in the dark, the harder it becomes to return to the world aboveground where the light is

  Haruki Murakami

  Dark, Light, Mind

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 02, 2014

• It's like the Tibetan Wheel of the Passions. As the wheel turns, the values and feelings on the outer rim rise and fall, shining or sinking into darkness. But true love stays fastened to the axle and doesn't move.

  Haruki Murakami

  Moving, Fall, Passion

• People have their own reasons for dying. It might look simple, but it never is. It's just like a rock. What's above ground is only a small part of it. But if you start pulling, it keeps coming and coming. The human mind dwells deep in darkness. Only the person himself knows the real reason, and maybe not even then.

  Haruki Murakami

  Real, Simple, Rocks

• What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.

  Haruki Murakami

  Circles, Darkness, Tails

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “After The Quake”, p.56, Random House

• Let me tell you something, Mari. The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you. And once that happens, you've had it: things'll never be the same. All you can do is go on, living alone down there in the darkness.

  Haruki Murakami

  Darkness, Looks, Goes On

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “After Dark”, p.158, Random House

• And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.

  Haruki Murakami

  Years, Darkness, Shadow

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Feb 08, 2016

• A certain kind of shittiness, a certain kind of stagnation, a certain kind of darkness, goes on propagating itself by its own power in its own self-contained cycle. And once it passes a certain point, no one can stop it-even if the person himself wants to stop it.

  Haruki Murakami

  Self, Darkness, Goes On

• It is a lonely life sometimes, like throwing a stone into the deep darkness. It might hit something, but you can’t see it. The only thing you can do is to guess, and to believe.

  Haruki Murakami

  Lonely, Believe, Darkness

• Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone’s asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there’s darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you.

  Haruki Murakami

  Clever, Dark, Breathing

• A man is like a two-story house. The first floor is equipped with an entrance and a living room. On the second floor is every family member's room. They enjoy listening to music and reading books. On the first underground floor is the ruin of people's memories. The room filled with darkness is the second underground floor.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Book, Reading

  Source: yositeru.blogspot.com

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