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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.
The road was frozen. The village lay quiet under the cold sky. Komako hitched up the skirt of her kimono and tucked it into her obi. The moon shone like a blade frozen in blue ice.
I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.
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.
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
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 child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.
From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.
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.
