Haruki Murakami Quotes

Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.

What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?

All that remains is was.

There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, but has one vacant chair.

Emptiness has its solace in that there's nothing left to take.

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

Here, though, there is nothing. Nothing at all. The sky seems empty even when I am looking at the moon and stars.

Hes gone. Hes just gone.

Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.

Well the truth is, everybody, when they die, leaves a void that cannot be filled.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can't. It's a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

Bad things are not the worst things that can happen to us. Nothing is the worst thing that can happen to us!

I hate death; it takes people away from you. You're left feeling rudderless.

Oh, what a void there is in things.

We never think that our mothers will die. It was like suddenly an abyss opened at my feet - I was standing on nothing. It was the strangest thing. Her passing away ripped the solidity out of the world.

We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.

You can lose people without them dying, and I have, from moving, from traveling. The emotion is real, it just doesn't actually have to do with death. I'm singing about what I know, and it's a song about longing for somebody who's disappeared in your life.

The loss of my father left a great emptiness in my heart.

Take away our things, and something in us dies.

The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.

A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone.