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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.
Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.
I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.
Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.
People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.
Cosmic time is the same for everyone, but human time differs with each person. Time flows in the same way for all human beings; every human being flows through time in a different way.
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.
The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void. As the stars came nearer, the sky retreated deeper and deeper into the night color. The layers of the Border Range, indistinguishable one from another, cast their heaviness at the skirt of the starry sky in a blackness grave and somber enough to communicate their mass. The whole of the night scene came together in a clear, tranquil harmony.
