Haruki Murakami Quotes

Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart….. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house….. But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.

And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

She bowed her head, clasping her hands tightly before her upon the arm of his chair, for her heart yearned towards him, yet could not reach him, and it made her throat ache with unhappiness to meet that look of his that rested on her face without seeing it.

I cannot sleep for dreaming; I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I'd find you coming through some door.

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!

There has not been one day since I left that I have not thought about Haiti.

Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.

Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind, so you never know.

I wish I could just hug you all, but I'm not gonna.

The Portuguese and Galician term 'saudade' suggests a profoundly bittersweet nostalgia.

We yearn for the desire to triumph, and it almost never does in the greatest love stories because we're left yearning for it more in the end, and we wish the world were different as a result. I do love that.

There's a longing in country music that can soften even the rockiest heart.

I am an incurable romantic. I am even in love with the idea of being in love, and hence, I write a lot of love songs.

At the heart of all romanticism is suffering.

Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration.

But just as he knew the sun was obliged to rise each morning in the east, no matter how much a western arisal might have pleased it, so he knew that Buttercup was obliged to spend her love on him. Gold was inviting, and so was royalty, but they could not match the fever in his heart, and sooner or later she would have to catch it. She had less choice than the sun.

Arms now empty will be filled and hearts now hurting from broken dreams and yearning will be healed.

She wondered whether there would ever come an hour in her life when she didn't think of him -- didn't speak to him in her head, didn't relive every moment they'd been together, didn't long for his voice and his hands and his love. She had never dreamed of what it would feel like to love someone so much; of all the things that had astonished her in her adventures, that was what astonished her the most. She thought the tenderness it left in her heart was like a bruise that would never go away, but she would cherish it forever.

I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.