Yasunari Kawabata Quotes

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.

Along The Coast The Sea Roars, And Inland The Mountains Roar – The Roaring At The Center, Like A Distant Clap Of Thunder.

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.

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.

The Train Came Out Of The Long Tunnel Into The Snow Country.

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.

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.

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.

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.

They Were Words That Came Out Of Nothing, But They Seemed To Him Somehow Significant. He Muttered Them Over Again.

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.