Haruki Murakami Quotes

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

I often feel that life is about to begin, only to realize it is almost over.

The minute you're born, you're getting older.

I know better than anyone else that my time is near. I've had a good life, and you don't stop and complain at this stage of the game. I've made some mistakes, and I'd like to stay around a little longer and overcome them, but there isn't time. I'll miss baseball. That I know.

I absolutely hate getting older and it's not because of the way it makes you look. It's because I have this sense of so much still left to do and to see. It's my fear of missing out on the future that really gets to me.

Life is short. Time is short. As we get older, time does quicken. It's long, and it's long pertaining to that thought, that the past is not done with you because you can't rid of it.

The problem with time, I've learned, whether it's those first two weeks I got to spend with you, or the final two months I got to spend with him, eventually time always runs out. I have no idea where you are out there in the world, John. But I understand that I lost the right to know these things long ago. No matter how many years go by, I know one thing to be as true as ever was - I'll see you soon then.

Turning 50 gives me more yesterdays than tomorrows.

Time goes too quickly. This is the advice that my mother should have given me from her hospital bed. Instead of vague, unknowable quips like "Be careful what you wish for," she should have told me time slides away on a hillside of loose shale and takes everything in its path - dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.

We can't get our youth back.

Like my mother, I was always saying, 'I'll fix my life one day.' It became clear when I saw her die without fulfilling her dreams that my time was now or maybe never.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late.

I can't believe I've turned into a typical old man. I can't believe it. I was young just minutes ago.

There's always a race against time. I don't think for one moment that life gets better. How can it? One's body starts to fall apart.

If you're not getting older, you're dead.

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

Being middle-aged is about realising that you've lived most of your life. You don't have as much time in front of you as you have behind you.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

The notion of time bothers me. You look at thirty-year-old photographs and realize how the time has passed.

In history as in human life, regret does not bring back a lost moment and a thousand years will not recover something lost in a single hour.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

I am growing old, and my future, so to speak, is already behind me.

Don't get old, if you can avoid it.