Haruki Murakami Quotes

There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

You are forever alone.

I ain't got no friends.

Weeks go by, and I don't talk to another living soul.

... we are all terribly alone no matter what people say.

All men are islands, surrounded by the bottomless oceans of unthinking night.

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

I am alone; I am always alone no matter what.

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

Mr. Brad Delp. J'ai une ame solitaire. I am a lonely soul.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

You write a story about loneliness, and you grab them all because everybody's an expert on that one.

Forget sex or politics or religion, loneliness is the subject that clears out a room.

Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.

... unspeakably lonely.

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have out walked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet. When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly light, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

But inside or out, I was alone, and I was beginning to wonder if I always had been, if I always would be.

It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that every one was forsaking me and going away from me. Of course, any one is entitled to ask who "every one" was. For though I had been living almost eight years in Petersburg I had hardly an acquaintance. But what did I want with acquaintances? I was acquainted with all Petersburg as it was.

The loneliness of a one night stand is hard to take.

You need as much ballast as possible to stop you from floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it's just one bloke on his own staring into the camera with nothing to do and nobody to speak to, and who'd believe in this character then?