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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.
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
And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.
The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.
From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.
Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.
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.
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.
