More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
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 labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
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.
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
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.
From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.
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.
A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.
Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
