Haruki Murakami Quotes

And then I feel as if I'm witnessing a miracle, as ever so slowly she raises her face towards the moon. I watch her drink in the sight, sensing the flood of memories she's unleashed and wanting nothing more than to let her know I'm here. But instead I stay where I am and stare up at the moon as well. And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again.

In my mind, the sexiest thing in the world is the feeling that you’re wanted.

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.

I'm just like everyone. I like to feel togetherness with someone.

When you are in someone's home, in their bed, you see the world from their eyes. You understand 'the other' is not so other.

If you really think about it, if we begin to teach history exactly the way that it happened - good, bad, ugly, no matter what - I believe that we're going to find that we are closer, more connected than we are apart.

I have been driven by romance my whole life because I crave the intimacy that comes with that.

If you like someone, even if its 2 A.M. and you've just finished work, then you get that lovely feeling where you want to see them.

You’ve got me feeling like you’re that something I’ve been missing.

She had never been so close to anybody. It was as if they were one being, together, not predator and prey, but partners in a dance.

Even in the slippery blur of heat and arms and noise, Lena affected everything in her wake, a pull as powerful as the moon to the tides, or the planets to the sun. I was caught in her orbit, even as she pulled away from mine.

Guess the world needs both sun And the moon too Sad with what I have except for you.

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

What does it feel like to be infected?" "I-- I can't describe it." I force the words out. Can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe. His skin smells like smoke from a wood fire, like soap, like heaven. I imagine tasting his skin; I imagine biting his lips. "I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.

Those who are awake all live in the same world. Those who are asleep live in their own worlds.

Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

Reality is no less precious if it presents itself to someone else. All are discoverers, and if we disenfranchise any, all suffer.

Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.

They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say.

I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

It was like their lives were overlapping lines, like they had their own gravity. Usually, that serendipity thing felt like the nicest thing the universe had ever done for her.