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 Image
A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn. — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“if you wanna be somebody be yourself dont try to be anybody your not” — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
