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.

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And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.

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The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.

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They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.

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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.

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Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.

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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

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Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.

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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.

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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.

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