Haruki Murakami Quotes

For one who is indifferent, life itself is a prison. Any sense of community is external or, even worse, nonexistent. Thus, indifference means solitude. Those who are indifferent do not see others. They feel nothing for others and are unconcerned with what might happen to them. They are surrounded by a great emptiness. Filled by it, in fact. They are devoid of all hope as well as imagination. In other words, devoid of any future.

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.

It's lonely up here.

They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.

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

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

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

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.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

I have very few friends. I'm an associate of everybody and friend of none.

I knew I was alone in a way that no earthling has ever been before.

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

The manager is by himself. He can't mingle with his players. I enjoyed my players, but I could not socialize with them so I spent a lot of time alone in my hotel room. Those four walls kind of close in on you.

I think, at the end of the day, I have an outsider's heart.

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.

Loneliness comes with life.

Oh, I do get lonely, yes.

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

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.

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

It's lonely and cold on the top... lonely and cold.

I hate being alone, even for 10 minutes.

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.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.