Haruki Murakami

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

The ocean was one of the greatest things he had ever seen in his life—bigger and deeper than anything he had imagined. It changed its color and shape and expression according to time and place and weather. It aroused a deep sadness in his heart, and at the same time it brought his heart peace and comfort.

Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.

I may not look it, but I can be a very patient guy. And killing time is one of my specialities.

The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow.

Once you let yourself grow close to someone, cutting the ties could be painful.

I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.

Another person's life is that person's life. You can't take responsibility.

In most cases learning something essential in life requires physical pain.

..finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning.

There’s nothing wrong with not looking like something. It just means you don’t fit the stereotype yet.

I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?

I learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist.

Passion can’t sustain itself forever.

Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?

I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact.

Everybody thinks I'm this delicate little girl. But you can't tell a book by it's cover.' To which she added a momentary smile.

[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.

I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.

Pointless thinking is worse than no thinking at all.

I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn’t last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.