The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had seemed to Sachiko when she read them as a girl, but now she knew, as well… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides. — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
“Whenever I see the alcove of a tastefully built Japanese room, I marvel at our comprehension of the secrets of shadows, our sensitive use… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
Whenever I sit with a bowl of soup before me, listening to the murmur that penetrates like the distant song of an insect, lost… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
For a woman who lived in the dark it was enough if she had a faint, white face -a full body was unnecessary. — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
There are those who say that when civilization progresses a bit further transportation facilities will move into the skies and under the ground, and… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
“It is hard for one who has not had a similar experience to imagine the terror that still gripped Taeko and Mrs. Tamaki and… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
Yet for better or worse we love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colors and the… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
We delight in the mere sight of the delicate glow of fading rays clinging to the surface of a dusky wall, there to live… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
We Orientals find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and darkness which that thing… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
