Haruki Murakami Quotes About Emptiness

Quotes about: Emptiness

• There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

  Haruki Murakami

  Hope, World, Emptiness

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

• He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

  Haruki Murakami

  Heart, Able, Void

• Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

  Haruki Murakami

  Numbness, Emptiness, Bitter

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Kafka On The Shore”, p.426, Random House

• As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abbys of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone.

  Haruki Murakami

  Lonely, Ego, Dawn

• As long as I kept my body moving I could forget about the emptiness inside.

  Haruki Murakami

  Moving, Numbness, Long

• I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

  Haruki Murakami

  Numbness, Together Again, Feelings

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Sep 16, 2014

• So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

  Haruki Murakami

  Farewell, Loss, Play

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Feb 19, 2012

• Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.

  Haruki Murakami

  Past, Space, Substance

• I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.

  Haruki Murakami

  Emptiness, Fingertips, Said

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman”, p.161, Random House

• I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.

  Haruki Murakami

  Ocean, Night, Numbness

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 09, 2013

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