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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.
The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void. As the stars came nearer, the sky retreated deeper and deeper into the night color. The layers of the Border Range, indistinguishable one from another, cast their heaviness at the skirt of the starry sky in a blackness grave and somber enough to communicate their mass. The whole of the night scene came together in a clear, tranquil harmony.
A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.
Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.
Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.
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
A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.
And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.
