Author of quotes: Yukio Mishima. Page 4

I used to think that in any choice there is a hint of unhappiness.

The snow fell not so much - he barely reached the top of the Shoe. In these predawn hours snow-covered city seemed prettier, but rather some particularly pathetic. The streets have rolled up their wounds and sores dirty bandage. Because the wounds of the street - this is the beauty of it.

Everyone that is stored in memory an event that became a symbol of the early years of life. Only in most cases, the memory is sometimes fuzzy, as if oiled, and his event is not called.

The universe seemed to me no more challenging than a toy house out of blocks, and I doubt that the notorious "society", of which she was to become, will be more exciting and brighter world of my imagination.

Childhood is a stage on which time and space are intertwined.

Intuitively Etsuko tried not to think deeply about serious things. One who goes barefoot, and in the end could get hurt.

I love simple-minded people. I think there is nothing prettier than the simplicity of the soul and ease the body. However, when I find myself on the edge of the abyss that separates me from others, I am so desperate, I don't know how to be. Because no matter how you try, one side of a copper coin will not turn into another. Maybe we need to make a hole in the coin? But not whether this amounts to suicide?

Evening winds
The cherry blossom is cut off,
The people and the world
Saying
"Do not fear death."

My love sentenced him to death.

For completeness, for perfection must be something awful.

Being versatile, well-read, she got married, when young years have left behind, with the belief that marriage is one of the greatest follies of this world.

Where life triumphs for life, a passion small don't survive, then disposes of all happiness. It is known to be a perishable product. It is necessary to consume immediately, until you are gone!

Maybe evil is something that drives human indifference?

Phone... What a strange mechanism: making an ordinary call, it can mix all the senses! It passes through so much passion, confessions of love, hatred, surely he does not feel human pain? Or those phone calls and is itself a pain, convulsive and unbearable?