Quotes from Yukio Mishima

On the spur of the moment she decided to go and view the blossoms by herself in the dark night. It was a strange decision for a timid and unadventurous young woman, but then she was in a strange state of mind and she dreaded the return home. That evening all sorts of unsettling fancies had burst open in her mind. ("Swaddling Clothes")

Just to exist was more than enough to satisfy me. In the first place, doesn't uneasiness about one's existence spring precisely from a sort of luxurious dissatisfaction at the thought that one may not be living fully?

If only summer would end. The very word "summer" carried with it festering thoughts of death. And in the evening sun she felt a festering warmth.

So, who asked you to come?' 'Nobody.' '[...] So you're telling me that you rang the bell on the off-chance that a regular glamour-puss like me might be at home?' 'That just about sums it up.' 'You're a lucky man

Hay ciertas ocasiones en las que los seres humanos creen que pueden conseguirlo todo. En estos momentos, cuando todo su ser está empapado de esta creencia, ven muchas cosas que normalmente son invisibles para los ojos humanos. Luego, pasado un tiempo, incluso después de haber descendido hasta el fondo del pozo de la memoria, estos momentos reviven unos instantes y de nuevo les recuerdan a los hombres la milagrosa plenitud de las penas y las alegrías del mundo.

Just as evil never dies, neither does the sentimental.

The sword of justice need flash but once in the darkness. The light that shone from its blade would tell the world that the dawn was not far off. But men knew that a single glint from a Japanese sword was like the pale blue of daybreak along a mountain ridge.

Bir amip olsaydim,surekli bolunebilir bir tek hucreli olsaydim,cirkinligi yenerdim,diye dusundu. Oysa insan hicbir seyi yenebilecek oranda buyuk veya kucuk degildi.

He hadn't been able to explain his ideas of glory and death, or the longing and the melancholy pent up in his chest, or the other dark passions choking in the ocean's swell. Whenever he tried to talk about those things, he failed. If there were times when he felt he was worthless, there were others when something like the magnificence of the sunset over Mnila Bay sent its radiant fire through him and he knew that he had been chosen to tower above other men.

Ne karanin ne denizin maliydi.Belki de karadan nefret eden birinin karayi hic birakmamasi gerekirdi. Kiyidan kopup yuabancilasma ve uzun sureli seferler,giderek insani karadaki yasami duslemeye zorlar,onu nefret ettigi bir seyi ozlemenin anlamsiz acilarina suruklerdi.

L'umanità è concorde nella decisione di sopravvivere.- Non servono né liberazioni di colombe né bande militari. Basterebbe una frase simile per dare inizio a una fresca e tranquilla giornata, e l'universo intero saprebbe che da quell'istante la terra è divenuta una stella meravigliosa .

Apparently the demented mouse also suffered from an eating disorder

It is because human beings always think of living for some kind of ideal, and they soon get bored of living just for themselves.

She exuded the kind of glossy freshness one might find in a brand new tube of toothpaste just taken from its box, with its promise of a crisp morning.

Te encuentras bien? Tu barco está a punto de undirse. Todavía no has pedido socorro? Has abusado del barco de tu espíritu y te has privado a ti misma de puerto. Ahora, pues, ha llegado el momento de continuar a nado, de atravesar el mar nadando con tus propias y solas fuerzas. Todo lo que tienes delante es la muerte. ¿Es eso lo que quieres?

True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.

What transforms this world is — knowledge. Do you see what I mean? Nothing else can change anything in this world. Knowledge alone is capable of transforming the world, while at the same time leaving it exactly as it is. When you look at the world with knowledge, you realize that things are unchangeable and at the same time are constantly being transformed.

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 object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.

Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.

Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.

Young people get the foolish idea that what is new for them must be new for everybody else too. No matter how unconventional they get, they're just repeating what others before them have done.

Nobody even imagines how well one can lie about the state of one's own heart.

What I wanted was to die among strangers, untroubled, beneath a cloudless sky. And yet my desire differed from the sentiments of that ancient Greek who wanted to die under the brilliant sun. What I wanted was some natural, spontaneous suicide. I wanted a death like that of a fox, not yet well versed in cunning, that walks carelessly along a mountain path and is shot by a hunter because of its own stupidity…

We live in an age in which there is no heroic death.