Men Without Women Quotes

“Here's what hurst the most," Kafuku said. "I didn't truly understand her--or at least some crucial part of her. And it may well end that way now that she's dead and gone. Like a small, locked safe lying at the bottom of the ocean. It hurts a lot."

Tatsuki thought for a moment before speaking.

"But Mr. Kafuku, can any of us ever perfectly understand another person? However much we may love them?”
― Haruki Murakami

“In his life, after all, he had achieved nothing, had been totally unproductive. He couldn’t make anyone else happy, and, of course, couldn’t make himself happy. Happiness? He wasn’t even sure what that meant. He didn’t have a clear sense, either, of emotions like pain or anger, disappointment or resignation, and how they were supposed to feel. The most he could do was create a place where his heart - devoid now of any depth or weight - could be tethered, to keep it from wandering aimlessly”
― Haruki Murakami, Hombres sin mujeres

“Have you ever tried really hard not to love somebody too much?”
“Why?”
“It’s simple, really. If I love her too much, it’s painful. I can’t take it. I don’t think my heart can stand it, which is why I’m trying not to fall in love with her.”
“What are you doing, exactly, so that you don’t love her too much?”
“I’ve tried all kinds of things,” he said. “But it all boils down to intentionally thinking negative thoughts about her as much as I can. I mentally list as many of her defects as I can come up with—her imperfections, I should say. And I repeat these over and over in my head like a mantra, convincing myself not to love this woman more than I should.”
“Has it worked?”
“No, not so well.”
― Haruki Murakami, Hombres sin mujeres

“The scene seemed somehow divorced from reality, although reality, he knew, could at times be terribly unreal.”
― Haruki Murakami, Men Without Women

“Here's what hurts the most," Kafuku said. "I didn't truly understand her--or at least some crucial part of her. And it may well end that way now that she's dead and gone. Like a small, locked safe lying at the bottom of the ocean. It hurts a lot."

Tatsuki thought for a moment before speaking.

"But Mr. Kafuku, can any of us ever perfectly understand another person? However much we may love them?”
― Haruki Murakami

“Why a unicorn? Maybe the unicorn, too, is one of the Men Without Women. I mean, I've never seen a unicorn couple. He -- it has to be a he, right? -- is always alone, sharp horn thrust toward the sky. Maybe we should adopt him as the symbol of Men Without Women, of the loneliness we carry as our burden. Perhaps we should sew unicorn badges on our breast pockets and hats, and quietly parade down streets all over the world. No music, no flags, no ticker tape. Probably.”
― Haruki Murakami

“It was as if he felt that the black symbols flowing from his brush onto the pure white paper could somehow lay bare the workings of his heart.”
― Haruki Murakami, Men Without Women

“But he doubted the dead could think or feel anything. In his opinion, that was ones of the great things about dying.”
― Haruki Murakami

“It's strange, isn't it?" the woman said in a pensive voice. "Everything is blowing up around us , but there are still those who care about broken lock, and others who are dutiful enough to try to fix it... But maybe that's the way it should be. Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and hostels as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.”
― Haruki Murakami, سامسای عاشق

“I spent the whole bullet-train ride mentally reviewing my eighteen years and realised that almost everything that had happened to me was pretty embarrassing. I’m not exaggerating. I didn’t want to remember any of it - it was so pathetic. The more I thought about my life up to then, the more I hated myself.”
― Haruki Murakami

“trên đời này nghiện rượu được chia thành hai loại chính. Một là những người buộc phải uống rượu để thêm cho mình cái gì đó, loại còn lại là buộc phải uống rượu đế trút bỏ khỏi mình cái gì đó.”
― Haruki Murakami