Haruki Murakami Quotes About Loneliness

Quotes about: Loneliness

• Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.

  Haruki Murakami

  Friendship, Lonely, Disappointment

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 09, 2015

• I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.

  Haruki Murakami

  Lonely, Disappointment, Loneliness

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Norwegian Wood”, p.68, Random House
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  Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

  Haruki Murakami

  Life, Sad, Lonely

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Aug 05, 2011

• I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.

  Haruki Murakami

  Lonely, Loneliness, Bird

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Apr 10, 2015

• Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

  Haruki Murakami

  Loneliness, Acid

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84:”, p.33, Random House

• Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.

  Haruki Murakami

  Lonely, Sex, Real

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “A Wild Sheep Chase”, p.11, Random House

• But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.

  Haruki Murakami

  Morning, Loneliness, Book

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jan 01, 2017

• There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul--or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. THAT moon.

  Haruki Murakami

  Loneliness, Animal, Moon

• Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

  Haruki Murakami

  Lonely, Loneliness, Sputnik

  "Sputnik Sweetheart". Book by Haruki Murakami, 1999.

• I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment -
  perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depth of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything. All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been.

  Haruki Murakami

  Loneliness, Twilight, Thinking

  "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle". Book by Haruki Murakami, August 25, 1995.

• It made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundlessly across the blackness of outer space. The dark, lustrous eyes of the dog gazing out the tiny window. In the infinite loneliness of space, what could the dog possibly be looking at?

  Haruki Murakami

  Dog, Loneliness, Eye

  "Sputnik Sweetheart". Book by Haruki Murakami, www.theguardian.com. 1999.

• In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn't tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.

  Haruki Murakami

  Loneliness, Looks, Afternoon

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Norwegian Wood”, p.103, Random House

• Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in.

  Haruki Murakami

  Loneliness, Home, Heart

• Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?

  Haruki Murakami

  Loneliness, Rain, Fall

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Sputnik Sweetheart”, p.146, Random House

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