A writer loves a pen and a paper. He is in the profession where he can write all his feelings on the paper through his caliber to express up the feelings of his heart in the form of words. They live with the power to hold their readers tightly in their writings. There are many writers in the world and today I am going to introduce you to the quotes of Nobel Prize-winning writer Kazuo Ishiguro. He has won the Nobel Prize of this year for Literature. So, today I have gathered few excerpts from his writing.
Here Are The 10 Quotes From Kazuo Ishiguro That Will Instigate You To Read His Novels:
There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end, it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame, Kath, because we’ve loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.
What I’m not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.
I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I’d ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy, and he’d wave, and maybe even call.
It never occurred to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven, could unravel and separate over a thing like that. But the fact was, I suppose, there were powerful tides tugging us apart by then, and it only needed something like that to finish the task. If we’d understood that back then-who knows?-maybe we’d have kept a tighter hold of one another.
What is the point of worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one’s life took? Surely it is enough that the likes of you and I at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment.
The evening’s the best part of the day. You’ve done your day’s work. Now you can put your feet up and enjoy it.
Poor creatures. What did we do to you? With all our schemes and plans?
As a writer, I’m more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened
