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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.
Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.
Now, even more than the evening before, he could think of no one with whom to compare her. She had become absolute, beyond comparison. She had become decision and fate.
A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.
Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.
In the depths of the mirror the evening landscape moved by, the mirror and the reflected figures like motion pictures superimposed one on the other. The figures and the background were unrelated, and yet the figures, transparent and intangible, and the background, dim in the gathering darkness, melted into a sort of symbolic world not of this world. Particularly when a light out in the mountains shone in the center of the girl's face, Shimamura felt his chest rise at the inexpressible beauty of it.
From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.
I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.
