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.
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
Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.
From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.
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.
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.
And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.
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 snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.
