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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.
I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.
I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.
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.
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.
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 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 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.
