Author of quotes: Yukio Mishima. Page 3

As you love the right, lay out each handkerchief and each glove on the designated shelf, in your drawer. "Innocent rabbit, a vile Viper" - in the same way and people you want to sort through.

Amazing ability to despise what you cannot even imagine.

When acquired at the bottom of disgrace, in the heart there remains no place for compassion, nor tenderness, These feelings live in the top layer of the soul and when the soul is turned upside down, dirt and debris rise up and cloud, polluting the clear layer...

And evil, and unhappiness like the plague - people shy away in horror from them, afraid that the disease did not spread. But there is no for people the more delicious to chew on than just these two.

It is impossible to love a rose and at the same time hate its smell.

The truth is the carrot and sweet pills.

To an outsider, the disease seems horrible, but hides sharp spikes of fragrant rose.

It should be said that the family where he was born and raised, had almost no influence on the formation of his mental warehouse melancholic.

The memory - mirror mirages. Sometimes it POPs so distant that we fail to see them. Sometimes the ones that only seem similar.

Who and what has given us, the people, do not understand the duty to destroy everything around constantly to change the world, to trust the fleeting accidents? May be, this heavy duty and is called "real life"?

A normal person would never really know: happy is he, is he happy. Well, doubt is a natural thing, happiness does not happen without him.

... And are all easily won new friends. It seemed to him that if he is hilarious - or would be to portray the gaiety, will be able to get rid of those who resist his wanton longing and laziness. Samolepici this essential element of faith, constantly kept him in a kind of excited calm. Participating in lewd amusements or sypya vulgar jokes, and are all thinking: "now I'm not sad. I don't miss you". For such a mentality he called "the oblivion of love."

For me, the love seemed only the clever network, woven out of small mysteries that remain without solution.

I didn't know that love seek, love to give, and therefore content with passive contemplation.