Haruki Murakami Quotes

Maybe it was inertia -or worse, fear- that was keeping me in the same place.

Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.

Actually, I'm going around in circles.

It was not the thought that I was so unloved that froze me. I had taught myself to do without love. It was not the thought that God was cruel that froze me. I had taught myself never to expect anything from Him. What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that had flickered out.

I thought that we were getting somewhere, but we're still nowhere at all. I watch your tail lights fading, I try but a tear won't fall.

Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

Life passes by now like the scenery outside a car window. I breathe and eat and sleep as I always did, but there seems to be no great purpose in my life that requires active participation on my part...I do not know where I am going or when I will get there.

With knowledge there is no hope,... without hope I would sit motionless, rusting like unused armor.

So round and round you go, spinning mental wheels and nowhere finding anyplace to get traction. What the hell...is it?

...crushed between the fears of going forward and the dread of going back.

I do not like sitting idly by when something clearly isn't right. I feel... not trapped but something like it, and I don't know what to about.

I'm in a rut deep enough to hang posters.

Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone

I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.

Doubt means don't. Don't move. Don't answer. Don't rush forward.

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

Man, I'm sick of doubt.

I have not worked at all... Nothing seems worth putting down - I seem to have nothing to say - it appalls me but that is the way it is.

He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable.

He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.

Nothing is so exhausting as indecision, and nothing is so futile.

There are times, they occur with increasing frequency nowadays, when I seem to know nothing, when everything I know seems to have fallen out of my mind like a shower of rain, and I am gripped for a moment in paralysed dismay, waiting for it all to come back but with no certainty that it will.

The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.

Someone shouts, "Enough!" and I think too much and nothing at all.