Yasunari Kawabata
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.Collection: Time
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.Collection: Night
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.Collection: Hands
Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.Collection: Language
The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?Collection: Heart
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.Collection: Heart
I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.Collection: Hatred
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.Collection: Moon
Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.Collection: Crazy
A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.Collection: Sweet
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.Collection: Wall
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.Collection: Girl
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 usCollection: Tired
Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.Collection: Pain
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.Collection: Fate
The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.Collection: Snow
And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.Collection: Complaining
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.Collection: Eye
A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.Collection: Children
I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.Collection: Retirement
From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.Collection: Japan
They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.Collection: Significant
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.Collection: Stars
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.Collection: Dog
Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.Collection: Sea
Maybe vagueness has been good for me. The word means two different things in Tokyo and Osaka, you know. In Tokyo it means stupidity, but in Osaka they talk about vagueness in a painting and in a game of Go.Collection: Mean
THE TRAIN came out of the long tunnel into the snow country.Collection: Country
The winter moon becomes a companion, the heart of the priest, sunk in meditation upon religion and philosophy, there in the mountain hall, is engaged in a delicate interplay and exchange with the moon; and it is this of which the poet sings.Collection: Philosophy
Even if you have the wit to look by yourself in a bush away from the other children, there are not many bell crickets in the world. Probably you will find a girl like a grasshopper whom you think is a bell cricket.And finally, to your clouded, wounded heart, even a true bell cricket will seem like a grasshopper. Should that day come, when it seems to you that the world is only full of grasshoppers, I will think it a pity that you have no way to remember tonight's play of light, when your name was written in green by your beautiful lantern on a girl's breast.Collection: Beautiful
But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it was had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman's existence.Collection: Determination
But a haiku by Buson came into his mind: 'I try to forget this senile love; a chilly autumn shower.' The gloom only grew denser.Collection: Autumn