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Yasunari Kawabata
Age: 72 †
Born: 1899
Born: June 11
Died: 1972
Died: April 16
Novelist
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
Ōsaka
Goodness
Beauty
Language
Human
Humans
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Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.
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A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.
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The winter moon becomes a companion, the heart of the priest, sunk in meditation upon religion and philosophy, there in the mountain hall, is engaged in a delicate interplay and exchange with the moon and it is this of which the poet sings.
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Now, even more than the evening before, he could think of no one with whom to compare her. She had become absolute, beyond comparison. She had become decision and fate.
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Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.
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THE TRAIN came out of the long tunnel into the snow country.
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The road was frozen. The village lay quiet under the cold sky. Komako hitched up the skirt of her kimono and tucked it into her obi. The moon shone like a blade frozen in blue ice.
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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.
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The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.
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And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.
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A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.
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The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
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I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.
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But a haiku by Buson came into his mind: 'I try to forget this senile love a chilly autumn shower.' The gloom only grew denser.
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Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
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A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.
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Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.
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People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.
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I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.
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Seeing the moon, he becomes the moon, the moon seen by him becomes him. He sinks into nature, becomes one with nature. The light of the clear heart of the priest, seated in the meditation hall in the darkness before the dawn, becomes for the dawn moon its own light.
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