Whenever I sit with a bowl of soup before me, listening to the murmur that penetrates like the distant song of an insect, lost in contemplation of the flavours to come, I feel as if I were being drawn into… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
With lacquerware there is an extra beauty in that moment between removing the lid and lifting the bowl to the mouth, when one gazes at the still, silent liquid in the dark depths of the bowl, its colour hardly differing… — 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
“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
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
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
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
“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
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
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
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
The older we get the more we seem to think that everything was better in the past. — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share
The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share
The heart of mine is only one, it cannot be known by anybody but myself. — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share
