Haruki Murakami Quotes About Feelings

Quotes about: Feelings

• 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

• I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.

  Haruki Murakami

  Lonely, Loneliness, Bird

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Apr 10, 2015

• 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

• 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

• Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

  Haruki Murakami

  Self, Feelings, Different

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from May 19, 2013

• I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

  Haruki Murakami

  Numbness, Together Again, Feelings

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Sep 16, 2014

• Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

  Haruki Murakami

  Running, Mistake, Waiting

• Sometimes I feel so- I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going’ Like a little lost Sputnik?’ I guess so.

  Haruki Murakami

  Lonely, Ideas, Space

• There's a special feeling you get on a veranda that you just can't get anywhere else.

  Haruki Murakami

  Feelings, Special

  "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle". Book by Haruki Murakami, 1994.

• So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

  Haruki Murakami

  Farewell, Loss, Play

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Feb 19, 2012

• Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.

  Haruki Murakami

  Life, Mean, Loss

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Kafka On The Shore”, p.501, Random House

• I go back to the reading room, where I sink down in the sofa and into the world of The Arabian Nights. Slowly, like a movie fadeout, the real world evaporates. I'm alone, inside the world of the story. My favourite feeling in the world.

  Haruki Murakami

  Real, Reading, Night

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Kafka On The Shore”, p.61, Random House

• That’s what love’s all about. You’re the only one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.

  Haruki Murakami

  Dark, Feelings, Mind

• When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.

  Haruki Murakami

  Fire, Feelings, Wake Up

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Mar 28, 2015

• Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person.

  Haruki Murakami

  Running, Hands, Feelings

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Mar 02, 2017

• 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

• Oshima's silent for a time as he gazes at the forest, eyes narrowed. Birds are flitting from one branch to the next. His hands are clasped behind his head. "I know how you feel," he finally says. "But this is something you have to work out on your own. Nobody can help you. That's what love's all about, Kafka. You're the one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark. Your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.

  Haruki Murakami

  Eye, Dark, Hands

• you mean machines are like humans?" I shook my head. "No, not like humans. With machines the feeling is, well, more finite. It doesn't go any further. With humans it's different. The feeling is always changing. Like if you love somebody, the love is always shifting or wavering. It's always questioning or inflating or disappearing or denying or hurting. And the thing is, you can't do anything about it, you can't control it. With my Subaru, it's not so complicated.

  Haruki Murakami

  Hurt, Mean, Love Is

• I’m me, and at the same time not me. That’s what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.

  Haruki Murakami

  Feelings, Quiet, Stills

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”, p.114, Random House

• It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.

  Haruki Murakami

  Touching, Feelings, Void

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Kafka On The Shore”, p.17, Random House

• Don't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand)

  Haruki Murakami

  Dream, Lying, Should Have

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “After The Quake”, p.78, Random House

• It’s precisely because of the pain, the we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive—or at least a partial sense of it.

  Haruki Murakami

  Pain, Feelings, Alive

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”, p.171, Random House

• Animals that not only move by their own free will and share feelings with people but also possess sight and hearing qualify as deserving of names.

  Haruki Murakami

  Moving, Animal, Sight

• What’s most important is what you can’t see but can feel in your heart. To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless don’t necessarily end up so. That’s the feeling I have, as someone who’s felt this, who’s experienced it.

  Haruki Murakami

  Heart, Feelings, Important

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”, p.172, Random House

• It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.

  Haruki Murakami

  Real, Eye, Feelings

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “After The Quake”, p.100, Random House

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