Haruki Murakami Quotes About Loneliness

• A nadie le gusta tanto estar solo. No me desvío de mi camino para hacer amigos, eso es todo. Sólo lleva a la decepción.

  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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  ¿Por qué la gente tiene que estar tan sola? ¿Qué sentido tiene todo esto? Millones de personas en este mundo, todas ellas anhelantes, buscando que otros las satisfagan y, sin embargo, aislándose. ¿Por qué? ¿Se creó la Tierra para alimentar la soledad humana?

  Haruki Murakami

  Vida, Triste, Solitaria

  FaceBook post byHaruki Murakami from ago 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

• Sólo había una luna. Esa luna familiar, amarilla y solitaria. La misma luna que flotaba silenciosamente sobre los campos de hierba de las pampas, la luna que se alzaba -un platillo brillante y redondo- sobre la superficie tranquila de los lagos, que iluminaba tranquilamente los tejados de las casas que dormían deprisa. La misma luna que traía la marea alta a la orilla, que brillaba suavemente sobre el pelaje de los animales y envolvía y protegía a los viajeros por la noche. La luna que, como creciente, afeitaba astillas del alma... o, como luna nueva, bañaba silenciosamente la tierra en su propia soledad. ESA luna.

  Haruki Murakami

  Loneliness, Animal, Moon

• ¿Se puso aquí la tierra sólo para alimentar la soledad humana?

  Haruki Murakami

  Lonely, Loneliness, Sputnik

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

• He llegado a pensar que la vida es algo mucho más limitado de lo que se dan cuenta quienes se encuentran en medio de su vorágine. Esa luz brilla en el acto de la vida sólo durante un breve instante.
  quizás sólo cuestión de segundos. Una vez que se ha ido y no se ha captado la revelación que ofrece, no hay una segunda oportunidad. Uno puede tener que vivir el resto de su vida en una desesperanzada profundidad de soledad y remordimiento. En ese mundo crepuscular, uno ya no puede esperar nada. Todo lo que esa persona tiene en sus manos es el cadáver marchito de lo que debería haber sido.

  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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