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. — 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 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
