The purest evil that human efforts could attain, in other words, was probably achieved by those men who made their wills the… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
a samurai is a total human being, whereas a man who is completely absorbed in his technical skill has degenerated into a… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Men had been living a proud life, having felt no need for the spirit-until Christianity invented it. — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
The highest point at which human life and art meet is in the ordinary. To look down on the ordinary is to… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
An ugliness unfurled in the moonlight and soft shadow and suffused the whole world. If I were an amoeba, he thought, with… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Dreams, memories, the sacred--they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Within those confining walls, teachers - a bunch of men all armed with the same information - gave the same lectures every… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
However, as words become particularized, and as men begin - in however small a way - to use them in personal, arbitrary… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
There is no virtue in curiosity. In fact, it might be the most immoral desire a man can possess. — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Time is what matters. As time goes by, you and I will be carried inexorably into the mainstream of our period, even… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
..and certain that life consisted of a few simple signals and decisions; that death took root at the moment of birth and… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
…the samurai ethic is a political science of the heart, designed to control such discouragement and fatigue in order to avoid showing… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Isao had never felt that he might want to be a woman. He had never wished for anything else but to be… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
When a captive lion steps out of his cage, he comes into a wider world than the lion who has known only the wilds.… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Suddenly the full long wail of a ship's horn surged through the open window and flooded the dim room - a cry of boundless,… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
The purest evil that human efforts could attain, in other words, was probably achieved by those men who made their wills the same and… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“Because in the pupils of his eyes there lingered the mysterious and eternal horizon that the sea leaves as a keepsake deep in the… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
As usual, it occurred to me that words were the only thing that could possibly save me from this situation. This was a characteristic… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in this world… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“Svoju patnju, koju prihvatam, moram da prihvatim kao dragocenost. Ne postoji nijedan ispirač zlata koji iskopava samo zlato. Ispirač vadi pesak sa korita reke,… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
I am one who has always been interested only in the edges of the body and the spirit, the outlying regions of the body… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Just let matters slide. How much better to accept each sweet drop of the honey that was Time, than to stoop to the vulgarity… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“Great cloud masses boiled up, immense in their quiet majesty. They seemed to drink up all the noise below, even the sound of the… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
The special quality of hell is to see everything clearly down to the last detail. — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
It is a rather risky matter to discuss a happiness that has no need of words. — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
