Haruki Murakami Quotes

I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.

My life as a professional musician is a joyless exercise in futility.

I don't know whether I'm misanthropic. It seems to me I'm constantly disappointed. I'm very easily disappointed.

I longed to be bright and most certainly never was. I was rather hopeless, I suspect.

Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement.

We all get discouraged.

I was just tired of losing... Life was passing me by.

I shall never come to the Punjab again; it is such a hopeless place.

When you want something desperately and you lose it, no matter how hard you try to get yourself motivated, it's always difficult.

It wasn't like I was clinically depressed, but I was so down. I think I was probably depressed. Nothing went my way since college, and I put my head down and kind of pitied myself. That wasn't the right way to go.

It's easy to feel spurned, especially when you return to your apartment and stare at the hundreds of rejection letters tacked to your bulletin board.

Everything I've done in my career has been for nothing.

It makes you not believe in anything, when you do every single thing you can do right, and then there's still some way to mess it up.

80% of everything I've experienced since the Verve has been depressing.

Living in hope is a really terrible thing.

I've lost a lot. I'm tired of it. It's not fun.

I could not forbear getting up to the top of a little mountain, and looking out to sea, in hopes of seeing a ship : then fancy that, at a vast distance, I spied a sail, please myself with the hopes of it, and, after looking steadily, till I was almost blind, lose it quite, and sit down and weep like a child, and thus increase my misery by my folly.

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.

But nothing seems to do any good.

I'd lost count of the disappointments.

You know, if my life was a horse, I’d shoot it. (Susan)

What's the use coming home to get the blues over what can't be helped.

Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.

Today is just one of those days the sun comes out to really humiliate you.

As if at the age of eighteen life already sucked beyond any hope of improvement.