Have books ‘happened’ to you? Unless your answer to that question is ‘yes,’ I’m unsure how to talk to you
Haruki MurakamiI feel like I've swallowed a cloudy sky
Haruki MurakamiTag: inspirational sky feelings feeling haruki-murakami creative murakami sputnik-sweetheart cloudy
What's really important here," I whispered loudly to myself,"is not the big things other people have thought up, but the small things you, yourself have
Haruki MurakamiBut if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?
Haruki MurakamiNo sooner had one season slipped out the door than the next came in by another door. A person might scramble to the closing door and call out, Hey, wait a minute, there’s one last thing I forgot to tell you. But nobody would be there any more. The door shuts tight. Already another season is in the room, sitting in a chair, striking a match to light a cigarette. Anything you forgot to mention, the stranger says, you might as well go ahead and tell me, and if it works out, I’ll get the message through.
Nah, it’s okay, you say, it was nothing really. And all around, the sound of the wind. Nothing, really. A season’s died, that’s all.
Every single day, each time I see her face, see her, it's utterly precious.
Haruki MurakamiTag: love murakami kafka-on-the-shore kafka miss-saeki
Our city, these streets, I don't know why it makes me so depressed. That old familiar gloom that befalls the city dweller, regular as due dates, cloudy as mental Jell-O. The dirty facades, the nameless crowds, the unremitting noise, the packed rush-hour trains, the gray skies, the billboards on every square centimeter of available space, the hopes and resignation, irritation and excitement. And everywhere, infinite options, infinite possibilities. An infinity, and at the same time, zero. We try to scoop it all up in our hands, and what we get is a handful of zero.
Haruki MurakamiTag: haruki-murakami murakami a-slow-boat-to-china
Le persone che si lasciano incantare, che seguono in massa qualcuno che non produce niente, non capisce niente, ma parla bene in maniera persuasiva. A queste persone non passa neanche per l’anticamera del cervello che potrebbero sbagliarsi. Non riescono neanche a immaginare che possono ferire qualcuno irreparabilmente, senza motivo. Non si assumono la minima responsabilità degli effetti della loro condotta. Sono loro, quelli di cui ho paura. Sono loro quelli che vedo in sogno. Nel sogno tutto tace, e mi appaiono delle persone senza volto. Il silenzio si infiltra ovunque come acqua fredda, e in quel silenzio, tutto si scioglie.
Haruki MurakamiTag: japan murakami japanese-literature
Tengo wasn´t certain that he was doing the right thing. Maybe the time he was spending here, in this room in a sanatorium far from Tokyo was meaningless. Even if it was, though, he didn´t think he could leave.
Haruki MurakamiFar away a crow caws. The earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details there are dreams. And everyone´s living in them.
Haruki MurakamiTag: murakami kafka-on-the-shore
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