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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.
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.
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.
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.
They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.
A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.
I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.
