Haruki Murakami Quotes About Dying

Quotes about: Dying

• She's letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble.

  Haruki Murakami

  Expression, Scary, Feelings

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 15, 2015

• There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

  Haruki Murakami

  Smell, Funeral, Dying

• 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

• Where the road sloped upward beyond the trees, I sat and looked toward the building where Naoko lived. It was easy to tell which room was hers. All I had to do was find the one window toward the back where a faint light trembled. I focused on that point of light for a long, long time. It made me think of something like the final throb of a soul's dying embers. I wanted to cup my hands over what was left and keep it alive. I went on watching the way Jay Gatsby watched that tiny light on the opposite shore night after night.

  Haruki Murakami

  Night, Thinking, Light

• You are a beautiful person, Doctor. Clearheaded. Strong. But you seem always to be dragging your heart along the ground. From now on, little by little, you must prepare yourself to face death. If you devote all of your future energy to living, you will not be able to die well. You must begin to shift gears, a little at a time. Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.

  Haruki Murakami

  Beautiful, Strong, Heart

  "Thailand". Granta Magazine, July 07, 2001.

• I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.

  Haruki Murakami

  People, Dying, World

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle”, p.590, Random House

• You said that the mind is like the wind but perhaps it is we who are like the wind Knowing nothing, simply blowing through. Never aging, never dying.

  Haruki Murakami

  Knowing Nothing, Wind, Mind

  Haruki Murakami (1993). “Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World: A Novel”, Vintage

• Ever since time began (when was that, I wonder?), it's been moving ever forward without a moment's rest. And one of the privileges given to those who've avoided dying young is the blessed
  right to grow old.

  Haruki Murakami

  Moving, Blessed, Dying

  "What I Talk About When I Talk About Running". Book by Haruki Murakami, 2007.

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