Quotes from Yukio Mishima

UrâÈ›enia mea este special?", s-a gândit el, redobândindu-È™i încrederea imediat.

We do not collide with our destiny all of a sudden.

Estos anuncios dolían a Yuichi. Sin poder evitarlo, le obligaban a pensar que la sociedad se basaba en la heterosexualidad, ese principio, enojoso hasta la exasperación, establecido por la mayoría.

Tú eres un verdadero hombre, ¿por qué los hombres no poseen tu elegancia y dignidad? Cualquier hombre, por fascinante que pueda ser, acaba convirtiéndose en ridículo a causa de su deseo sexual.

In attesa della venuta di un universo di felicità assoluta e uniti da un unico interesse maledetto, sognavano un semplice assioma. Sognavano il giorno in cui quello dell'amore di un uomo per un altro uomo avrebbe capovolto il vecchio assioma dell'amore di un uomo per una donna.

One who pans for gold can't expect to dip up only gold, or even attempt to. He must blindly scoop the sand from the river bottom. He doesn't have the privilege of finding out in advance whether he will succeed. Maybe there's no gold in it, but maybe there is. Yet the one thing certain is that the person who doesn't pan for gold never gets any richer.

He was fully aware that beauty is a thing which must sleep and which, in sleeping, must be protected by knowledge. But there is no such thing as individual knowledge, a particular knowledge belonging to one special person or group. Knowledge is the sea of humanity, the field of humanity, the general condition of human existence. I think that is what he wanted to say.

Why were things wrong just as they were? The questions which I asked myself numberless times since boyhood rose again to my lips. Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty? At least there was no doubt that I was alone in regarding the duty as a heavy burden.

Comprendo que en América la psicoterapia se haya convertido en algo similar a eso, porque se trata de una moda estúpida que no intenta más que uniformar a la humanidad, rica y variada; una moda que instruye a los seres mediocres deseosos de llevar una a una a las ovejas descarriadas al redil del conformismo.

Il governo dell'Imperatore fu tinto di due colori: rosso sangue fino al termine della guerra, e dopo iniziò l'epoca del languido grigio cenere. L'Impero fu inonandato di sangue dal giorno in cui Sua Maestà abbandonò alla loro sorte i nostri fratelli maggiori, e si ricoprì di vana cenere il giorno in cui dichiarò la sua umanità, il giorno in cui definì tutto ciò che era accaduto "una concezione immaginaria

A work of art is by no means the property of its creator.

He had lost Satoko. And with that he was content. For by now he had learned how to quiet even his subsequent resentment. Every show of feeling was now governed with a marvelous economy. If a candle has burned brilliantly but now stands alone in the dark with its flame extinguished, it need no longer fear that its substance will dissolve into hot wax. For the first time in his life, Kiyoaki came to realize the healing powers of solitude.

Abbasso il muso dell'aereo e mi avvento sul bersaglio. Non posso mancarlo. Il coraggio è soltanto guardare guardare guardare. Senza chiudere gli occhi nemmeno per un istante.

what has no place in a poem has no place in my house.

a peculiar sense of destiny made me believe that the reason why my romantic impulse towards death remained unfulfilled in reality was the immensely simple fact that I lacked the necessary physical qualifications. A powerful, tragic frame and sculpturesque muscles were indispensable in a romantically noble death. Any confrontation between weak, flabby flesh and death seemed to me absurdly inappropriate.

To speak of chance is to negate the possibility of any law of cause and effect. Chance is the one final irrationality acceptable to the free will.

go-go hall on my way home from school.

Beautiful things always intimidate me [...] More than that, they drag me down. How can that be? Is it a superstition that beauty elevates mankind?

It was a bright, quiet garden, without striking features. Like a rosary rubbed between the hands, the shrilling of cicadas held sway. There was no other sound. The garden was empty. He had come, thought Honda, to a place that had no memories, nothing. The noontide sun of summer flowed over the still garden.

Sim, ele dormia, acordava, e as vezes, até fazia suas refeições ali dentro. Nesse estranho quarto sem janelas, esse quarto onde os ventos jamais sopravam e as árvores jamais rumorejavam, um quarto com ares de caixão, a tumba onde ele foi enterrado vivo. Ele escolhera viver em um caixão mesmo antes de ter sido assassinado. Um quarto de prazeres e de morte, envolto no perfume duradouro de mulher e o odor de seu próprio corpo.

No cabe temer la muerte del cuerpo, sino la del espíritu

Não se pode explicar alguma coisa meramente lhe dando um nome.

I svetlost se još širi i ljudi slave dan. Ja se klonim sunca i bacam dušu u tamni bezdan.

Cómo soportar una época que ha manchado todo lo que en otros tiempos era sagrado?