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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 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.
A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.
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
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.
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.
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.
