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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.
Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.
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.
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
I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.
A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.
And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.
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.
A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.
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.
