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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.
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.
And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.
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
The woman was silent, her eyes on the floor. Shimamura had come to a point where he knew he was only parading his masculine shamelessness, and yet it seemed likely enough that the woman was familiar with the failing and need not be shocked by it. He looked at her. Perhaps it was the rich lashes of the downcast eyes that made her face seem warm and sensuous. She shook her head very slightly, and again a faint blush spread over her face.
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.
Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.
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.
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.
