Human beings, Isao realized, could descend to communicating their feelings like dogs barking in the distance on a cold night. - Yukio Mishima

Possibly a man who hates the land should dwell on shore forever. Alienation and the long voyages at sea will compel him once again to dream of it, torment him with the absurdity of longing for something that he loathes.

Existences and events occurring without any relationship to myself, occurring at places that not only appealed to my senses but were moreover denied to me — these, together with the people involved in them, constituted my definition of “tragic things.” It seemed that my grief at being eternally excluded was always transformed in my dreaming into grief for those persons and their ways of life, and that solely through my own grief I was trying to share in their existences.

Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.