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More Quotes by Yasunari Kawabata
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.
The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void. As the stars came nearer, the sky retreated deeper and deeper into the night color. The layers of the Border Range, indistinguishable one from another, cast their heaviness at the skirt of the starry sky in a blackness grave and somber enough to communicate their mass. The whole of the night scene came together in a clear, tranquil harmony.
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 secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.
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
The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
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.
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.
