A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance..

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 l….

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 o….

And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love..

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. ….

A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn..

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 cor….

Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty..

The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?.

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.

Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder..

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 ….

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….

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 flo….

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words..

I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love..

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"….

From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation..

Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere..

Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger..