More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.
The woman was silent, her eyes on the floor. Shimamura had come to a point where he knew he was only parading his masculine shamelessness, and yet it seemed likely enough that the woman was familiar with the failing and need not be shocked by it. He looked at her. Perhaps it was the rich lashes of the downcast eyes that made her face seem warm and sensuous. She shook her head very slightly, and again a faint blush spread over her face.
I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.
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
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 snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.
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.
