Haruki Murakami Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

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My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stories are like guideposts to my heart.

Haruki Murakami

Writing, Heart, Shadow

Haruki Murakami (2011). “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman”, p.9, Random House
Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.

Haruki Murakami

Heart, Pieces, Paper
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.

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Memories, Flower, Heart

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jun 16, 2012
If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there's salvation in life. Even if you can't get together with that person.

Haruki Murakami

Love, Life, Hope

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Dec 18, 2011
She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.

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Heart, Thinking, People

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jun 13, 2011
I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.

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Heart, Coward, Matter
To be able to talk to your heart’s content about a book you like with someone who feels the same way about it is one of the greatest joys that life can offer.

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Book, Writing, Heart

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Apr 30, 2014
He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

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Heart, Able, Void
It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

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Heart, Reality, Sea

Haruki Murakami (2011). “Kafka On The Shore”, p.24, Random House
Holding this soft, small living creature in my lap this way, though, and seeing how it slept with complete trust in me, I felt a warm rush in my chest. I put my hand on the cat's chest and felt his heart beating. The pulse was faint and fast, but his heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small body with all the restless earnestness of my own.

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Heart, Cat, Hands

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Oct 29, 2015
Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.

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Rain, Heart, Rivers

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 04, 2015
What happens when people open their hearts?"... "They get better.

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Broken Heart, Healing, People
For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.

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Romantic, True Love, Heart

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Oct 10, 2016
When you see runners in town is easy to distinguish beginners from veterans. The ones panting are beginners; the ones with quiet, measured breathing are the veterans. Their hearts, lost in thought, slowly tick away time. When we pass each other on the road, we listen to the rhythm of each other's breathing, and sense the way the other person is ticking away the moments.

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Heart, Breathing, Way
Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.

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Heart, Waiting, World

"1Q84". Book by Haruki Murakami, 2009.
Adults constantly raise the bar on smart children, precisely because they're able to handle it. The children get overwhelmed by the tasks in front of them and gradually lose the sort of openness and sense of accomplishment they innately have. When they're treated like that, children start to crawl inside a shell and keep everything inside. It takes a lot of time and effort to get them to open up again. Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were.

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Children, Smart, Heart

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 10, 2014
Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me. What I’ve up till now, what I’m going to do — they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart’s pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I’ve never given them more than a passing thought before. Not just the stars — how many other things haven’t I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about?

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Beautiful, Stars, Heart

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Dec 23, 2013
The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

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Fear, Heart, Journey

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Mar 22, 2015
Wasn't it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core-- a tiny flame to cup one's hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.

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Heart, Reality, Flames

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Sep 22, 2015
I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.

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Struggle, Heart, Light

Haruki Murakami (2011). “Norwegian Wood”, p.37, Random House
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds

Haruki Murakami

Heart, Harmony, Connected
Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

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Heart, Forever, Staring

Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84: Books 1 and 2”, p.236, Random House
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.

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Pain, Lying, Grief

FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Oct 05, 2015
In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person's heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside.

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Heart, Cutting, Solitude
There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.

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Honesty, Heart, World

Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84: Books 1 and 2”, p.475, Random House

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