Haruki Murakami Quotes

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

It’s only when you’ve lost someone that you realize the nonsense of that phrase “It’s a small world”. It isn’t. It’s a vast, devouring world, especially if you’re alone.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Maybe I should quit the business. There's no one left for me to love. Mama's dead. Mr. Burns couldn't care less about me. What's left?

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

Our hearts are breaking... We are lonely and deserted, sad and sick.

Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely.

My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.

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.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

the sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time.

How do you go on knowing that you will never again - not ever, ever - see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second of that knowledge? How do you hold yourself together?

Tears were dripping onto my dress, but I wasn't making any sound. There was no sound to express thid kind of pain. I didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything. Fang was not waiting for me out in the living room. Tomorrow morning, when I woke up, Fang would still be gone.

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry.

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

'Blue Nights' is a story of loss: simple, wrenching, inconsolable loss.

Grief is an emotion that's almost unplayable because you're in a separate emotional state; it's an inconsolable emotion.