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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.
From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.
Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
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.
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.
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
They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.
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.
