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61 " I gave myself up to my tears. It was as though my head had turned to clear water, it was falling pleasantly away drop by drop; soon nothing would remain. "
― Yasunari Kawabata , The Dancing Girl of Izu and Other Stories
62 " In a gourd that had been handed down for three centuries, a flower that would fade in a morning. "
― Yasunari Kawabata , Thousand Cranes
63 " And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love "
― Yasunari Kawabata , Snow Country
64 " Your mother was such a gentle person. I always feel when I see someone like her that I'm watching the last flowers fall. This is no world for gentle people. "
65 " Nothing could be more comfortable than writing about the ballet from books. A ballet he had never seen was an art in another world. It was an unrivaled armchair reverie, a lyric from some paradise. He called his work research, but it was actually free, uncontrolled fantasy. He preferred not to savor the ballet in the flesh; rather he savored the phantasms of his own dancing imagination, called up by Western books and pictures. It was like being in love with someone he had never seen. "
66 " The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke. "
67 " ربما ليس هناك بوذا للعجائز لكى يبتهلوا إليه لكن فتاة عارية جميلة يضمونها بين أذرعهم ذارفين دموعا باردة غارقين فى شهقات قوية منتحبين , فتاة غافلة عن كل شىء ولن تستفيق مطلقاً تمنحهم حريتهم المطلقة فى الندم حريتهم المطلقة فى النحيب دون أن يشعروا بأى ندم أو طعن كبريائهم أفلا يمكن إذا إعتبار الجميلات النائمات من هذه الوجهة إلهات مثل بوذا ونابضات بالحياة فوق ذلك ؟ أليست رائحة فتاة شابة وبشرتها تكفيراً للعجائز التاعسين وتعزية لهم !؟ ص 91 "
― Yasunari Kawabata , House of the Sleeping Beauties and Other Stories
68 " Oh, to be laughed at when I have the courage to speak my heart. I don't want to live in a world like this."-from "Diary of My Sixteenth Year "
69 " She was afraid to touch the dictionary Oki was even there. Innumerable words reminded her of him. To link whatever she saw and heard with her love was nothing less than to be alive. Her awareness of her body was inseparable from her memory of his embrace. "
― Yasunari Kawabata , Beauty and Sadness
70 " Manusia yang tak mau gelisah, sesungguhnya dia telah mati "
― Yasunari Kawabata
71 " كيف تسنى لثدى الأنثى البشرية وحدها من بين جميع الحيوانات أن يتخذ بعد تطور طويل هذا الشكل الرائع أليس الجمال الذى بلغه نهد المرأة المثال الأبهى لتطور الإنسانية . ص 35 "
72 " Even if you took it as cascading snowy mountains,it was not a cool snow-white. The cold of the snow and it's warm colour made a kind of music. "
73 " My head hasn’t been very clear these last few days. I suppose that’s why sunflowers made me think of heads. I wish mine could be as clean as they are. I was thinking on the train—if only there were some way to get your head cleaned and refinished. Just chop it off—well, maybe that would be a little violent. Just detach it and hand it over to some university hospital as if you were handing over a bundle of laundry. ‘Do this up for me, please,’ you’d say. And the rest of you would be quietly asleep for three or four days or a week while the hospital was busy cleaning your head and getting rid of the garbage. No tossing and no dreaming. "
― Yasunari Kawabata , The Sound of the Mountain
74 " Los viejos tienen la muerte, y los jóvenes el amor, y la muerte viene una sola vez y el amor muchas. "
75 " ¿Pero cuánto durará esta belleza? A las mujeres nos entristece pensar en eso "
76 " She could not say why these rather inconspicuous green slopes had so touched her heart, when along the railway line there were mountains, lakes, the sea at times even clouds dyed in sentimental colors. But perhaps their melancholy green, and the melancholy evening shadows of the ridges across them, had brought on the pain. Then too, they were small, well-groomed slopes with deeply shaded ridges, not nature in the wild; and the rows of rounded tea bushes looked like flocks of gentle green sheep. "
77 " The rich eyelashes again made him think that her eyes were half open. "
78 " Even if you have the wit to look by yourself in a bush away from the other children, there are not many bell crickets in the world. Probably you will find a girl like a grasshopper whom you think is a bell cricket.And finally, to your clouded, wounded heart, even a true bell cricket will seem like a grasshopper. Should that day come, when it seems to you that the world is only full of grasshoppers, I will think it a pity that you have no way to remember tonight’s play of light, when your name was written in green by your beautiful lantern on a girl’s breast. "
79 " What seemed strangest to me when I found this diary was that I have no recollection of the day-to-day life it describes. If I do not recall them, where have those days gone? Where had they vanished to? I pondered the things that human beings lose to the past"-from "Diary of My Sixteenth Year "
80 " When you die, there is nothing--only a life that will be forgotten."-from "Gathering Ashes "