More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.
Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.
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.
The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
Seeing the moon, he becomes the moon, the moon seen by him becomes him. He sinks into nature, becomes one with nature. The light of the "clear heart" of the priest, seated in the meditation hall in the darkness before the dawn, becomes for the dawn moon its own light.
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.
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.
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.
