Yasunari Kawabata Quotes

In the moonlight the fine geishalike skin took on the luster of a seashell.

¡El hombre es la medicina que da vida a la mujer! Todas las mujeres tienen que consumirla.

国境の長いトンネルを抜けると雪国であった。夜の底が白くなった。

«Quando si vede un arcobaleno si ha l’impressione di essere tra la primavera e l’estate.»

Сякаш някакво друго сърце размаха криле в гърдите на стария Егучи.

¿Pero cuánto durará esta belleza? A las mujeres nos entristece pensar en eso

"You've always been fond of understanding people too well."
"They should arrange not to be understood quite so easily."

But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it was had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman's existence.

if you wanna be somebody be yourself dont try to be anybody your not

What of it? Tokyo people are complicated. They live in such noise and confusion that their feelings are broken to little bits.” “Everything is broken to little bits.

Quiero que nos abramos paso a través de nuestro destino y que flotemos sobre las aguas. El mañana siempre se nos escapa.

I have an essay with the title "Eyes in their Last Extremity". The title comes from the suicide note of the short-story writer Akutagawa Ryunosuke... It is the phrase that pulls at me with the greatest strength. Akutagawa said that he seemed to be gradually losing the animal something known as the strength to live, and continued: "I am living in a world of morbid nerves, clear and cold as ice... I do not know when I will summon up the resolve to kill myself. But nature is for me more beautiful than it has ever been before. I have no doubt that you will laugh at the contradiction, for here I love nature even when I am contemplating suicide. But nature is beautiful because it comes to my eyes in their last extremity." Akutagawa committed suicide in 1927, at the age of thirty-five. In my essay, "Eyes in their Last Extremity", I had to say: "How ever alienated one may be from the world, suicide is not a form of enlightenment. However admirable he may be, the man who commits suicide is far from the realm of the saint." I neither admire nor am in sympathy with suicide.

A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.

Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’
‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.

Perhaps they don't realize where they were, so they went on living.