"Cosmic time is the same for everyone, but human time differs with each person. Time flows in the same way for all human beings; every human being flows through time in a different way."
About Yasunari Kawabata
Yasunari Kawabata — Life and Legacy
Yasunari Kawabata, a Nobel Prize-winning author, is celebrated for his profound exploration of human emotions and the beauty of nature. His work often reflects a deep sense of loneliness, as seen in his acclaimed novel 'Snow Country,' where the stark landscapes serve as a backdrop for the characters' inner turmoil. Kawabata's writing is characterized by a delicate balance between simplicity and depth, capturing the essence of fleeting moments. In his quotes, Kawabata often emphasizes the connection between nature and human experience, suggesting that the external world mirrors internal feelings. For instance, he conveys that 'the beauty of sadness' can lead to a deeper understanding of life, revealing the complexities of joy and sorrow. This perspective challenges conventional notions of beauty, inviting readers to find richness in emotional depth rather than mere aesthetics. Kawabata's insights remain relevant today, as they resonate with readers seeking to understand their own emotional landscapes. His ability to articulate the nuances of loneliness and connection continues to inspire those who grapple with the intricacies of human existence.
Quote collection
Yasunari Kawabata quotes (page 1 of 2)
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"The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night."
"Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words."
"The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?"
"In the depths of the mirror the evening landscape moved by, the mirror and the reflected figures like motion pictures superimposed one on the other. The figures and the background were unrelated, and yet the figures, transparent and intangible, and the background, dim in the gathering darkness, melted into a sort of symbolic world not of this world. Particularly when a light out in the mountains shone in the center of the girl's face, Shimamura felt his chest rise at the inexpressible beauty of it."
"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."
"Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty."
"It's remarkable how we go on year after year, doing the same old things. We get tired and bored, and ask when they'll come for us"
"The woman was silent, her eyes on the floor. Shimamura had come to a point where he knew he was only parading his masculine shamelessness, and yet it seemed likely enough that the woman was familiar with the failing and need not be shocked by it. He looked at her. Perhaps it was the rich lashes of the downcast eyes that made her face seem warm and sensuous. She shook her head very slightly, and again a faint blush spread over her face."
"Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it."
"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."
"I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love."
"Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger."
"A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance."
"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."
"They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again."
"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."
"From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation."
"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."
"Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere."