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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.
The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night.
A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.
I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
The road was frozen. The village lay quiet under the cold sky. Komako hitched up the skirt of her kimono and tucked it into her obi. The moon shone like a blade frozen in blue ice.
It's remarkable how we go on year after year, doing the same old things. We get tired and bored, and ask when they'll come for us
A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.
From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.
A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.
