Haruki Murakami Quotes About Consciousness

• Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.

  Haruki Murakami

  Beautiful, Running, Real

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”, p.66, Random House

• Por eso me gusta escuchar a Schubert mientras conduzco. Como he dicho, es porque todas sus interpretaciones son imperfectas. Un tipo de imperfección densa y artística estimula tu conciencia, te mantiene alerta. Si escucho una interpretación absolutamente perfecta de una pieza absolutamente perfecta mientras conduzco, puede que quiera cerrar los ojos y morirme en ese mismo instante. Pero al escuchar Re mayor, puedo sentir los límites de lo que el ser humano es capaz de hacer: que cierto tipo de perfección sólo puede alcanzarse mediante una acumulación ilimitada de imperfecciones. Y personalmente eso me parece alentador.

  Haruki Murakami

  Ojo, Perfecto, Escuchar

  Facebook post byHaruki Murakami from Ene 07, 2015

• On any given day, something claims our attention. Anything at all, inconsequential things. A rosebud, a misplaced hat, that sweater we liked as a child, an old Gene Pitney record. A parade of trivia with no place to go. Things that bump around in our consciousness for two or three days then go back to wherever they came from... to darkness. We've got all these wells dug in our hearts. While above the wells, birds flit back and forth.

  Haruki Murakami

  Niños, Corazón, Dos

• Cientos de mariposas revoloteaban como signos de puntuación efímeros en una corriente de conciencia sin principio ni fin.

  Haruki Murakami

  Butterfly, Sight, Punctuation Marks

  FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jun 18, 2015

• Entonces cogió mi mano y la tocó en la herida que tenía junto al ojo. Acaricié la cicatriz de medio centímetro. Al hacerlo, las ondas de su conciencia me llegaron a través de las yemas de los dedos: una delicada resonancia de añoranza. Probablemente alguien debería coger a esta chica en brazos y abrazarla fuerte, pensé. Probablemente alguien que no fuera yo. Alguien cualificado para darle algo. "Adiós, Sr. Pájaro de Viento. Hasta otra.

  Haruki Murakami

  Girl, Goodbye, Eye

  "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle". Book by Haruki Murakami, October 10, 2011.

• The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.

  Haruki Murakami

  Color, Musician, Sound

• Well, think of what I’m doing to you right now. For me I’m the self, and you’re the object. For you, of course, it’s the exact opposite—you’re the self to you and I’m the object. And by exchanging self and object, we can project ourselves onto the other and gain self-consciousness. Volitionally.” “I still don’t get it, but it sure feels good.” “That’s the whole idea,” the girl said.

  Haruki Murakami

  Girl, Thinking, Self

• Her voice was like a line from an old black-and-white Jean-Luc Godard movie, filtering in just beyond the frame of my consciousness.

  Haruki Murakami

  Black And White, Voice, Lines

• Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.

  Haruki Murakami

  Cat, Flames, Broken

• Properly speaking, should any individual ever have exact, clear knowledge of his own core consciousness?" "I wouldn't know," I said. "Nor would we," said the scientists.

  Haruki Murakami

  Consciousness, Scientist, Individual

  Haruki Murakami (1993). "El país de las maravillas y el fin del mundo: A Novel", Vintage

• Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling.

  Haruki Murakami

  Twilight, Tiny, Consciousness

• Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone’s asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there’s darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you.

  Haruki Murakami

  Clever, Dark, Breathing

• In order to pin down reality as realilty, we need another reality to relativize the first. Yet that other reality requires a third reality to serve as its grounding. An endless chain is created within our consciousness, and it is the maintenance of this chain which produces the sensation that we are actually here, that we ourselves exist.

  Haruki Murakami

  Reality, Order, Needs

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