Citations de Haruki Murakami - Meilleurs dictons de Haruki Murakami

I shouted into the phone, but there was no reply. Silence floated up from the receiver like smoke from the mouth of a gun.

Haruki Murakami

Mots clés silence phone gun

There was something strange about her eyes. They were mysteriously lacking in depth. They were lovely eyes, but they did not seem to be looking at anything. They were all surface, like glass eyes. But of course they were not glass eyes. They moved, and their lids blinked.

Haruki Murakami

She's always polite and kind, but her words lack the kind of curiosity and excitement you'd normally expect. Her true feelings- assuming such things exist- remain hidden away. Except for when a practical sort of decision has to be made, she never gives her personal opinion about anything. She seldom talks about herself, instead letting others talk, nodding warmly as she listens. But most people start to feel vaguely uneasy when talking with her, as if they suspect they're wasting her time, trampling on her private, graceful, dignified world. And that impression is, for the most part, correct.

Haruki Murakami

The world’s crawling with stupid, innocent girls, and I’m just one of them, self-consciously chasing after dreams that will never come true.

Haruki Murakami

Mots clés innocence dreaming chasing naivete

ورغم مرور وقت طويل، وبغض النظر عن كل الأحداث الغامرة، فهناك أشياء لا يسعنا أبداً أن نلقيها في طي النسيان، ذكريات لا تمحى، تبقى للأبد كالحجر الصوان.

Haruki Murakami

You tell me there is no fighting or hatred or desire in the Town. That is a beautiful dream, and I do want your happiness. But the absence of fighting or hatred or desire also means the opposites do not exist either. No joy, no communion, no love. Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without despair or loss, there is no hope.

Haruki Murakami

Un recuerdo es algo que te caldea el cuerpo por dentro, pero que,
al mismo tiempo, te desgarra por dentro con violencia.

Haruki Murakami

But what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T. S. Eliot calls hollow men. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they’re doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don’t want to. Gays, lesbians, straights, feminists, fascist pigs, communists, Hare Krishnas – none of them bother me. I don’t care what banner they raise. But what I can’t stand are hollow people. [...]
Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe. Of course it's important to know what’s right and what’s wrong. Individual errors in judgment can usually be corrected. As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around. But intolerant, narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host, change form, and continue to thrive.

Haruki Murakami

Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.

Haruki Murakami