Quotes by : Yukio Mishima

Again, there were maidens who cherished the firm belief that he had come from the sea. Because within....

Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man....

Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick....

Possibly a man who hates the land should dwell on shore forever. Alienation and the long voyages at sea....

Otaguro’s bosom heaved with an ineffable surge of joy. “Every man is fighting,” he murmured. “Every....

The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind....

Might it have been nothing but life itself? Life; this limitless complex sea, filled with assorted flotsam,....

However, as words become particularized, and as men begin - in however small a way - to use them in personal,....

The only real flesh was the flesh that existed in his imagination. Since, therefore, he regarded the....

So far as feelings were concerned, there was no discrepancy between the very finest feeling in this world....