Yasunari Kawabata Quotes

Una poetisa muerta de cáncer en su juventud había dicho en uno de sus poemas que para ella, en las noches de insomnio, la noche ofrece sapos, perros negros y cadáveres de ahogados

Anyway, it’s hardly a problem worth worrying about.

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.

Era el cuerpo de mujer que invitaba al hombre a los círculos inferiores del infierno.

"Twenty years old, I had embarked on this trip to Izu heavy with resentment that my personality had been permanently warped by my orphan's complex and that I would never be able to overcome a stifling melancholy. So I was inexpressibly grateful to find that I looked like a nice person as the world defines the word."

-from "The Dancing Girl of Izu"

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

- Seara, înainte să adorm, închid ochii și număr bărbații pe care mi-ar plăcea să-i sărut. Îi număr folosind degetele. E distractiv. Când sunt mai puțin de cele zece degete mă simt tristă.

"Humankind, with its long history, is by now a corpse bound to a tree with the ropes of convention. If the ropes were cut, the corpse would simply fall to the ground. Prayer in one's mother tongue is a manifestation of that pathetic state."

-from "A Prayer in the Mother Tongue"

[...] and yet the woman's existence, her straining to live, came touching him like naked skin.

Cocorii albi de pe baticul tinerei Inamura zburară în amurgul care-i mai zăbovea sub pleoape.

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 drained....

Esperar a Oki es lo mismo que esperar el pasado… El tiempo y los ríos no corren para atrás.

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

The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love — where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?

Tengo costumbre de ponerme a escribir en el diario antes de acostarme, cuando vuelvo a casa, y a veces me quedo dormida escribiendo. Releyendo el diario es fácil adivinar los puntos en que me dormí… También dejo pasar días enteros sin anotar nada. Y esto no está bien. Ocurre que aquí, en la montaña, la salidas son siempre bastante parecidas. Una no sabe qué decir. Pero este año, en cambio, me procuré un cuaderno con una página destinada a cada día, y cometí un error. Basta que me ponga a escribir para no poder detenerme.

País de nieve, Yasunari Kawabata