Haruki Murakami Quotes About Memories

Quotes about: Memories

• Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through, is now like something from the distant past. We're so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn. New styles, new information, new technology, new terminology ... But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone. And for me, what happened in the woods that day is one of these.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, War, Struggle

  "Kafka on the Shore". Book by Haruki Murakami, 2002.

• 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

• Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

  Haruki Murakami

  Relationship, Memories, Thinking

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “A Wild Sheep Chase”, p.137, Random House

• No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Matter, Oblivion

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Kafka On The Shore”, p.104, Random House

• Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

  Haruki Murakami

  Life, Memories, Inspiration

• Now and then may not be enough…You have to enjoy it while you’re still young. enjoy it to the fullest. You can use the memories of what you did to warm your body after you get old and can’t do it anymore.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Use, Body

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84: Books 1 and 2”, p.175, Random House

• Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.

  Haruki Murakami

  Love, Life, Memories

  "Kafka on the Shore". Book by Haruki Murakami, January, 2005.

• That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Battle, World

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from May 16, 2016

• Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, People, Age

  "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle". Book by Haruki Murakami, August 25, 1995.

• You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Philosophy, Dirty

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Oct 20, 2014

• People's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.

  Haruki Murakami

  Life, Memories, People

  "After Dark". Book by Haruki Murakami, September 7, 2004.

• You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Erase, Colorless

  "Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage". Book by Haruki Murakami, August 12, 2014.

• The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Past, Devouring

• Here, too, a brand-new day is beginning. It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the memory. In either case, for now, for most people, it is a blank sheet of paper.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, People, New Day

• People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, People, Littles

• Our memory is made up of our individual memories and our collective memories. The two are intimately linked. And history is our collective memory. If our collective memory is taken from us - is rewritten - we lose the ability to sustain our true selves.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Taken, Self

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84: Books 1 and 2”, p.275, Random House

• No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

  Haruki Murakami

  Life, Letting Go, Memories

• Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory. This really came home to me once I started writing fiction, that memory seemd a kind of fiction, or vice versa. Either way, no matter how hard you try to put everything neatly into shape, the context wanders this way and that, until finally the context isn't even there anymore... Warm with life, hopeless unstable.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Home, Writing

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

• Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Weather, Leaving

  "Dance Dance Dance". Book by Haruki Murakami, 2011.

• I think memory is the most important asset of human beings. It's a kind of fuel; it burns and it warms you. My memory is like a chest: There are so many drawers in that chest, and when I want to be a fifteen-year-old boy, I open up a certain drawer and I find the scenery I saw when I was a boy in Kobe. I can smell the air, and I can touch the ground, and I can see the green of the trees. That's why I want to write a book.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Book, Writing

• I think history is collective memories. In writing, I'm using my own memory, and I'm using my collective memory.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Writing, Thinking

  "What Haruki Murakami talks about". Interview with Heidi Benson, www.sfgate.com. October 26, 2008.

• Memory is so crazy! It's like we've got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we just keep forgetting, one after the other.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Crazy, Useless Stuff

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Apr 27, 2015

• Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Fiction

• The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Heart, Gleam

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

• We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Heart, Light

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