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 MURAKAMII think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you.
More Haruki Murakami Quotes
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Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.
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I don’t know how many good books I still have in me; I hope there are another four or five.
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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.
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I’m a writer. I don’t support any war. That’s my principle.
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Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back.
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You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.
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Among the many values in life, I appreciate freedom most.
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I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
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If you want to talk about something new, you have to make up a new kind of language.
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As we go through life, we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.
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What happens when people open their hearts? They get better.
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There’s no such thing as perfect writing, just like there’s no such thing as perfect despair.
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Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.
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Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
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Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it’d lose even its imperfection.
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