Haruki Murakami: Frasi in inglese (pagina 18)

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“An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.”

Haruki Murakami libro L'arte di correre

Origine: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

“Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.”

Haruki Murakami libro The Elephant Vanishes

Origine: The Elephant Vanishes

“Artists are those who can evade the verbose.”

Haruki Murakami libro Kafka sulla spiaggia

Origine: Kafka on the Shore

“What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.”

Haruki Murakami libro La fine del mondo e il paese delle meraviglie

Origine: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

“But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?"

"Word games," I dismissed. "Every army needs a flag.”

Haruki Murakami libro La fine del mondo e il paese delle meraviglie

Origine: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

“No matter how long you stand there examining yourself naked before a mirror, you'll never see reflected what's inside.”

Haruki Murakami libro L'arte di correre

Origine: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

“A friend to kill time is a friend sublime.”

Haruki Murakami libro Nel segno della pecora

Origine: A Wild Sheep Chase: A Novel (1982), Chapter 40, The Rat Who Wound the Clock

“Once again, life had a lesson to teach me: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.”

Haruki Murakami libro La fine del mondo e il paese delle meraviglie

Variante: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.
Origine: Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World (1985), Chapter 19: Hamburgers,Skyline and Deadline
Origine: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Contesto: Once again, life had a lesson to teach me: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy. Sure, I'd gotten tired of this tiny space, but I'd had a good home here. In the time it takes to swill two cans of beer, all had had sublimed like morning mist. My job, my whiskey, my peace and quiet, my solitude, my Sormerset Maugham, and John Ford collections-all of it trashed and worthless.