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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.
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.
The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.
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.
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.
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
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.
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.
