Haruki Murakami

Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean if that’s the way it goes, what’s the point of loving someone? Why the hell does it have to be like that? ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#love #love

Las cosas fluyen hacia donde tienen que fluir, y por más que te esfuerces e intentes hacerlo lo mejor posible, cuando llega el momento de herir a alguien lo hieres. La vida es así. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#life

There are symbolic dreams-dreams that symbolize some reality. Then there are symbolic realities-realities that symbolize a dream ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#dreams

Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#literature-writing #philosophy #art

moartea nu se afla la polul opus al vietii ,ci face parte din viata ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#death

It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#thought-provoking #life

It was not just that he had terrible style: he also gave the impression that he was deliberately desecrating the very idea of wearing clothes. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#humor

Reality was one step out of line, a cardigan with the buttons done up wrong. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#humor #humor

My words did not seem to reach her. Or, if they did, she was unable to grasp their meaning. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#love-story #lovers #love

Nights without work I spent with whisky and books. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#love-story #lovers #sadness #tears #love