“As he caught his footing, his head fell back, and the Milky Way flowed down inside him with a roar.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“But even more than her diary, Shimamura was surprised at her statement that she had carefully cataloged every novel and short story she had read since she was fifteen or sixteen. The record already filled ten notebooks.
"You write down your criticisms, do you?"
"I could never do anything like that. I just write down the author and the characters and how they are related to each other. That is about all."
"But what good does it do?"
"None at all."
"A waste of effort."
"A complete waste of effort," she answered brightly, as though the admission meant little to her. She gazed solemnly at Shimamura, however.
A complete waste of effort. For some reason Shimamura wanted to stress the point. But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman's existence.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“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.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“After all, only women are able really to love.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“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 centre of the girl's face, Shimamura felt his chest rise at the inexpressible beauty of it.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“Was this the bright vastness the poet Bashō saw when he wrote of the Milky Way arched over a stormy sea?”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it was had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman's existence.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“It was a stern night landscape. The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void. As the stars came nearer, the sky retreated deeper and deeper into the night clolour. The layers of the Border Range, indistinguishable one from another, cast their heaviness at the skirt of the starry sky in a blackness grave and somber enough to communicate their mass. The whole of the night scene came together in a clear, tranquil harmony.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“Her manner was as though she were talking of a distant foreign literature. There was something lonely, something sad in it, something that rather suggested a beggar who has lost all desire.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“Again she lost herself in the talk, and again her words seemed to be warming her whole body.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“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.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“And I can't complain. After all, only woemn are able really to love”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“And the Milky Way, like a great aurora, flowed through his body to stand at the edges of the earth. There was a quiet, chilly loneliness in it, and a sort of voluptuous astonishment.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“Here in our mountains, the snow falls even on the maple leaves.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“He was conscious of an emptiness that made him see Komako’s life as beautiful but wasted, even though he himself was the object of her love; and yet the woman’s existence, her straining to live, came touching him like naked skin. He pitied her, and he pitied himself.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“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.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“The rich eyelashes again made him think that her eyes were half open.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“Do you think it's right to not say goodbye to the man you yourself said was on the very first page of your very first volume of your diary? This is the very last page of his.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“But this love would leave behind it nothing so definite as a piece of Chijimi. Though cloth to be worn is among the most short-lived of craftworks, a good piece of Chijimi, if it has been taken care of, can be worn quite unfaded a half-century and more after weaving. As Shimamura thought absently how human intimacies have not even so long a life, the image of Komako as the mother of another man’s children suddenly floated into his mind. He looked around, startled. Possibly he was tired.
He had stayed so long that one might wonder whether he had forgotten his wife and children. He stayed not because he could not leave Komako nor because he did not want to. He had simply fallen into the habit of waiting for those frequent visits. And the more continuous the assault became, the more he began to wonder what was lacking in him, what kept him from living as completely. He stood gazing at his own coldness, so to speak. He could not understand how she had so lost herself. All of Komako came to him, but it seemed that nothing went out from him to her. He “heard in his chest, like snow piling up, the sound of Komako, an echo beating against empty walls. And he knew that he could not go on pampering himself forever.
He leaned against the brazier, provided against the coming of the snowy season, and thought how unlikely it was that he would come again once he had left. The innkeeper had lent him an old Kyoto teakettle, skillfully inlaid in silver with flowers and birds, and from it came the sound of wind in the pines. He could make out two pine breezes, as a matter of fact, a near one and a far one. Just beyond the far breeze he heard faintly the tinkling of a bell. He put his ear to the kettle and listened. Far away, where the bell tinkled on, he suddenly saw Komako’s feet, tripping in time with the bell. He drew back. The time had come to leave.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“The high, thin nose was a little lonely, a little sad, but the bud of her lips opened and closed smoothly, like a beautiful little circle of leeches.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“THE TRAIN came out of the long tunnel into the snow country.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“thinking to be tactful and adroit, the woman stood”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“A feeling of nagging, hopeless impotence came over Shimamura at the thought that a simple misunderstanding had worked its way so deep into the woman's being.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“В дъното на огледалото, в заден план, една след друга се нижеха отразени картини от нощния пейзаж, подобно на двоен кадър в някакъв филм, но с тази разлика, че тук между действащите лица и фона нямаше никаква връзка. Призрачната илюзорност на човешките образи и неясният сумрачен поток на нощния пейзаж се сливаха в едно и с това създаваха мистичния свят на символиката. Това чувство беше толкова силно, че Шимамура потрепна, когато върху лицето на девойката изведнъж светна пламъче, запалено някъде в долината.
Небето над далечните планини все още бе огряно от вечерното зарево, а бягащият в прозореца вечерен пейзаж продължаваше да пази своите неуспели да се разтопят в здрача очертания. Цветовете бяха изчезнали. Всичко наоколо — и планините, и полетата изглеждаха някак си пусти, обикновени и лишени от всякакви характерни особености, което пораждаше усещането за напрежение и вълнение. И все пак истинската причина за преживяването беше появилото се върху прозореца лице на момичето. Тъй като вечерният пейзаж непрестанно заобикаляше образа на отразеното в прозореца момиче, неговото лице изглеждаше прозрачно. Картините зад прозореца преминаваха през неговия образ, а не някъде отзад и с това засилваха тази илюзия.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“Само преди три часа Шимамура, скучаейки, беше се загледал в показалеца на лявата си ръка, свиваше го и го разгъваше. В крайна сметка сега единствено пръстите му помнеха добре жената, при която отиваше. За него самия тя се беше превърнала в нещо неопределено, нещо, което вече не можеше ясно да си представи. И само пръстите, незабравили женската топлина, се стремяха към нея. Учуден от мислите си, той вдигна ръка към очите си, а след туй започна да чертае с пръст по запотения прозорец.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“— Господин началник, виждам, че сте с топли дрехи, а в писмата си брат ми пише, че още не е обличал даже жилетката си.
— Да, аз съм с четири кимона. А на младите какво им е? Щом застудее, веднага за ракията се залавят. Затова организмът им отслабва, разболяват се и се търкалят ей там… — Човекът замахна неопределено с фенера по посока на бараките.
— А брат ми? Нима и той е започнал да пие?
— А не. Той не.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“Много сме заети. Само три гейши сме на тридесет души. Човек няма време да се огледа, камо ли да се откъсне дори и за малко.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, quote from Snow Country
“The books in Mo and Meggie’s house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There were books in the kitchen and books in the lavatory. Books on the TV set and in the closet, small piles of books, tall piles of books, books thick and thin, books old and new. They welcomed Meggie down to breakfast with invitingly opened pages; they kept boredom at bay when the weather was bad. And sometimes you fell over them. “He’s just standing there!” whispered Meggie, leading Mo into her room. “Has he got a hairy face? If so he could be a werewolf.” “Oh, stop it!” Meggie looked at him sternly, although his jokes made her feel less scared. Already, she hardly believed anymore in the figure standing in the rain—until she knelt down again at the window. “There! Do you see him?” she whispered. Mo looked out through the raindrops running down the”
― Cornelia Funke, quote from The Inkheart Trilogy: Inkheart, Inkspell, Inkdeath
“They’re crazy, Clary thought. Actually crazy.”
― Cassandra Clare, quote from The Mortal Instruments
“Aristocrats don't notice philosophical conundra. They just ignore them. Philosophy includes contemplating the possibility that you might be wrong, sir, and a real aristocrat knows that he is always right. It's not vanity, you understand, it's built-in absolute certainty. They may sometimes be as mad as a hatful of spoons, but they are always definitely and certainly mad.”
― Terry Pratchett, quote from Snuff
“Tamani checkled. ‘If it makes you feel any better, it scares the daylights our of me on a regular basis.’ He rained kisses on her again, his fingers pressed against her back and her waist, and Laurel realized that his chest was shaking convulsivly.
‘What?’ She asked pulling away. ‘What’s wrong?’
But he wasn’t sobbing-- he was laughing! ‘The World Tree,’ he said. ‘It was right all along.’
‘When you got your answer?’
He nodded.
‘You said you would tell me someday what it said. Will you now?’
‘Commit.’
‘What?’
‘The tree just said, commit.’ He ran his fingers through his hair, smiling a little.
‘I don’t understand,’ Laurel said.
‘Neither did I. I was already your fear-gleidhidh; I’d committed my life to protecting you.
When the tree told me that, I figured you were as good as mine. Easy.’
‘And then I told you to leave,’ Laurel said, sorrow at the memory settling deep within her.
‘I understand why you did,’ Tamani said, threading his fingers through hers. ‘And it
probably was better for us in the long run. But it hurt.’
‘I'm sorry.’
‘Don't be. I was listening to the tree, and to my own selfish desires, when I should have
been listening to you. I think I know what the tree really meant now,’ he said, his voice rumbling against her ear. ‘I needed to commit my life to you-- not to guiding you or protecting you, completely, in my core. I needed to stop worrying about whether you would ever do the same for me. In a way, I think that's what coming to the human world did, and why I wasn't sure I could bare to go back.’ He traced his finger down her face. ‘I was committed to the idea before-- to the love I felt for you. But not to you. And I think you sensed that change or you’d have rejected me.’
‘Maybe,’ Laurel said, although at this moment she couldn't fathom rejecting him for any
reason.
His fingers found her chin, lifting it so he could look her in the eyes. ‘Thank you,’ he said
softly.
‘No,’ she said, running one finger across his bottom lip, ‘Thank you.’ Then she pulled his
face down, their lips meeting, melting together again. She wished she could stay there all day, all year, all eternity, but reality came creeping slowly back in.”
― Aprilynne Pike, quote from Destined
“I want to believe that happiness might at least be possible later on in life for people prone to sadness.”
― Matthew Quick, quote from Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock
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