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. — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share Image
Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder. — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
“And the Milky Way, like a great aurora, flowed through his body to stand at the edges of the earth. There was a quiet,… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
“if you wanna be somebody be yourself dont try to be anybody your not” — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
“One can’t stop and suddenly speak to a complete stranger, can one?…When it happens I could die of sadness. I feel somehow empty and… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
In the depths of the mirror the evening landscape moved by, the mirror and the reflected figures like motion pictures superimposed one on the… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
The woman was silent, her eyes on the floor. Shimamura had come to a point where he knew he was only parading his masculine… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
“It may be said that the Master was plagued in his last match by modern rationalism, to which fussy rules were everything, from which… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
“After he became the Master, the world believed that he could not lose, and he had to believe it himself. Therein was the tragedy.” — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
“What of it? Tokyo people are complicated. They live in such noise and confusion that their feelings are broken to little bits.” “Everything is… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
“Is it a boy or a girl?" "It's a girl. Really! Can't you tell by looking at it? "Is it mine?" "It is not."… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
“She was afraid to touch the dictionary Oki was even there. Innumerable words reminded her of him. To link whatever she saw and… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
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… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share
