Haruki Murakami Quotes About Past

Quotes about: Past

• Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

  Haruki Murakami

  Life, Time, Regret

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Aug 05, 2011

• Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through, is now like something from the distant past. We're so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn. New styles, new information, new technology, new terminology ... But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone. And for me, what happened in the woods that day is one of these.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, War, Struggle

  "Kafka on the Shore". Book by Haruki Murakami, 2002.

• The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.

  Haruki Murakami

  Memories, Past, Devouring

• Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me. What I’ve up till now, what I’m going to do — they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart’s pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I’ve never given them more than a passing thought before. Not just the stars — how many other things haven’t I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about?

  Haruki Murakami

  Beautiful, Stars, Heart

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Dec 23, 2013

• 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

• With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

  Haruki Murakami

  Past, Passing Moments, Becoming

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman”, p.263, Random House

• What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past.

  Haruki Murakami

  Life, Past, Shapes

• ice contains no future , just the past, sealed away. As if they're alive, everything in the world is sealed up inside, clear and distinct. Ice can preserve all kinds of things that way- cleanly, clearly. That's the essence of ice, the role it plays.

  Haruki Murakami

  Past, Ice, Essence

• Dreams come from the past, not from the future. Dreams shouldn't control you--you should control them.

  Haruki Murakami

  Dream, Past, Should

• When I was fifteen, all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody’s reach. A place beyond the flow of time.” - But there’s no place like that in this world. - Exactly. Which is why I’m living here, in this world where things are continually damaged, where the heart is fickle, where time flows past without a break.

  Haruki Murakami

  Heart, Past, Other Worlds

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “Kafka On The Shore”, p.267, Random House

• Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me.

  Haruki Murakami

  Real, Tired, Past

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Nov 12, 2014

• I found a Bill Evans record in the bookcase and was listening to it while drying my hair when I realized that it was the record I had played in Naoko's room on the night of her birthday, the night she cried and I took her in my arms. That had happened only six months earlier, but it felt like something from a much remoter past. Maybe it felt that way because I had thought about it so often-too often, to the point where it had distorted my sense of time.

  Haruki Murakami

  Past, Night, Hair

• A poet might die at twenty-one, a revolutionary or a rock star at twenty four. But after that you assume everything’s going to be all right. you’ve made it past Dead Man’s Curve and you’re out of the tunnel, cruising straight for your destination down a six lane highway whether you want it or not.

  Haruki Murakami

  Stars, Past, Men

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