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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.
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 labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
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.
A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.
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.
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
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.
I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.
