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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
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.
They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.
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.
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.
Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
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.
