Haruki Murakami Quotes

Rather nostalgically, I sometimes think I could still play Juliet. Inside, I'm still an incorrigible romantic.

I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there.

Everyone who knows me knows that I'm a hopeless romantic who listens to love ballads and doo-wop songs all the time.

America to me is so varied and exciting. I always feel nostalgia for the place I'm not in, and then I get there and find myself in a traffic jam going into the Lincoln Tunnel, and I think, 'God, why was I romanticizing this part of the country?' I think it has to do with the romantic, unrealistic temperament.

Am I a romantic? I've seen 'Wuthering Heights' ten times. I'm a romantic.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

I guess I'm a bit of a romantic.

There's something about the sound of a train that's very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

I would pretend to be the French lieutenant's woman. I was always a romantic. I still am, actually.

I am a romantic. I want to cry when I throw out my Christmas tree, and I have a lot of feelings about magic and fantasy.

Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself through a window clouded with dew. Romance means leaving things out: where life grunts and shuffles, romance only sighs.

As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.

Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would.

I love the love of those who are far enough away, it becomes whatever I wish to believe it.

The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.

I was an incurable romantic then, same as I am now. I was always pining away after somebody

Other arms reach out to me, Other eyes smile tenderly, Still in peaceful dreams I see, The road leads back to you.

When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything: I’ve missed you.

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.

I love three things," I then say. "I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth." "And which do you love best?" "The dream.

Distance is the soul of beauty.

I dream that I have found us both again, With spring so many strangers' lives away, And we, so free, Out walking by the sea, With someone else's paper words to say.... They took us at the gates of green return, Too lost by then to stop, and ask them why- Do children meet again? Does any trace remain, Along the superhighways of July?