In the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails of boats anchored in a busy harbor. They were sails that would never again be filled with wind, sails that, too long unused and heavily drooping, had been turned into stone just as they were. The boats' anchors had been thrust so deeply into the dark earth that they could never again be raised.
Dreams, memories, the sacred--they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the… - Yukio Mishima
Dreams, memories, the sacred--they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the…
- Yukio Mishima
As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring. - Yukio Mishima
As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring.
a samurai is a total human being, whereas a man who is completely absorbed in his technical skill has degenerated into a ‘function’, one cog in a mac… - Yukio Mishima
a samurai is a total human being, whereas a man who is completely absorbed in his technical skill has degenerated into a ‘function’, one cog in a mac…
When silence is prolonged over a certain period of time, it takes on new meaning. - Yukio Mishima
When silence is prolonged over a certain period of time, it takes on new meaning.
Nobody even imagines how well one can lie about the state of one’s own heart. - Yukio Mishima
Nobody even imagines how well one can lie about the state of one’s own heart.
Human beings - they go on being born and dying, dying and being born. It's kind of boring, isn't it? - Yukio Mishima
Human beings - they go on being born and dying, dying and being born. It's kind of boring, isn't it?
To see human beings in agony, to see them covered in blood and to hear their death groans, makes people humble. It makes their spirits delicate, brig… - Yukio Mishima
To see human beings in agony, to see them covered in blood and to hear their death groans, makes people humble. It makes their spirits delicate, brig…
Pain, I came to feel, might well prove to be the sole proof of the persistence of consciousness within the flesh, the sole physical expression of con… - Yukio Mishima
Pain, I came to feel, might well prove to be the sole proof of the persistence of consciousness within the flesh, the sole physical expression of con…
In the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails of boats anchored in a busy harbor. They were sails that would never ag… - Yukio Mishima
In the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails of boats anchored in a busy harbor. They were sails that would never ag…
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