And isn't it better really to leave things only hinted at?
And isn't it better really to leave things only hinted at? - Junichiro Tanizaki
- Junichiro Tanizaki
The heart of mine is only one, it cannot be known by anybody but myself. - Junichiro Tanizaki
The heart of mine is only one, it cannot be known by anybody but myself.
Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty. - Junichiro Tanizaki
Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty.
I would call back at least for literature this world of shadows we are losing. In the mansion called literature I would have the eaves deep and the w… - Junichiro Tanizaki
I would call back at least for literature this world of shadows we are losing. In the mansion called literature I would have the eaves deep and the w…
The older we get the more we seem to think that everything was better in the past. - Junichiro Tanizaki
The older we get the more we seem to think that everything was better in the past.
Yet for better or worse we love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colors and the sheen that call to mind the pa… - Junichiro Tanizaki
Yet for better or worse we love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colors and the sheen that call to mind the pa…
The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had … - Junichiro Tanizaki
The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had …
For a woman who lived in the dark it was enough if she had a faint, white face -a full body was unnecessary. - Junichiro Tanizaki
For a woman who lived in the dark it was enough if she had a faint, white face -a full body was unnecessary.
We delight in the mere sight of the delicate glow of fading rays clinging to the surface of a dusky wall, there to live out what little life remains … - Junichiro Tanizaki
We delight in the mere sight of the delicate glow of fading rays clinging to the surface of a dusky wall, there to live out what little life remains …
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