More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
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.
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.
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.
The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.
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.
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 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.
They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.
