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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.
The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night.
I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.
Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.
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.
I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of 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
Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.
From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.
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.
