The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
Yasunari KawabataRead
The winter moon becomes a companion, the heart of the priest, sunk in meditation upon religion and philosophy, there in the mountain hall, is engaged in a delicate interplay and exchange with the moon; and it is this of which the poet sings.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the deep connection between contemplation and nature, highlighting the interplay of the human spirit with the universe.
In this quote, Yasunari Kawabata illustrates a serene moment where the winter moon serves as a companion to a priest in deep meditation. It emphasizes the spiritual and philosophical discussions that arise when one engages with the natural world, suggesting that the beauty of the moon inspires profound reflections in the human soul, particularly in relation to religion and philosophy.
In practice
During a poetry reading on a winter's night, one could use this quote to reflect on the themes of solitude and connection with nature.
The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?
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 seemed likely enough that the woman was familiar with the failing and need not be shocked by it. He looked at her. Perhaps it was the rich lashes of the downcast eyes that made her face seem warm and sensuous. She shook her head very slightly, and again a faint blush spread over her face.
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 like a blade frozen in blue ice.
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.
But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it was had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman's existence.
Man's free agency is not of the mind, for that is bound. There is no freedom there.
War is an instrument entirely inefficient toward redressing wrong; and multiplies, instead of indemnifying losses.
As long as there have been men and they have lived, they have all felt this tragic ambiguity of their condition, but as long as there have been philosophers and they have thought, most of them have tried to mask it.
Of the twenty-two civilizations that have appeared in history, nineteen of them collapsed when they reached the moral state the United States is in now.
The answer to the problem of inequality is for the people who are fortunate enough to either have been gifted or deserved more to do everything they can to make the communities around them as strong as they possibly can.
Why is it that all men who are outstanding in philosophy, poetry or the arts are melancholic?
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