Life's most precious gift is uncertainty. Yoshida Kenko More Quotes by Yoshida Kenko More Quotes From Yoshida Kenko If man were never to fade away ... but lingered on forever in the world, how things would lose their power to move us. The most precious thing in life is its uncertainty. Yoshida Kenko things-in-life men moving It is a most wonderful comfort to sit alone beneath a lamp, book spread before you, and commune with someone from the past whom you have never met. Yoshida Kenko comfort book past Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch. Yoshida Kenko heart missing-you wind Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the moon while looking on the rain, to lower the blinds and be unaware of the passing of the spring - these are even more deeply moving. Branches about to blossom or gardens strewn with flowers are worthier of our admiration. Yoshida Kenko flower rain spring In everything, no matter what it may be, uniformity is undesirable. Leaving something incomplete makes it interesting, and gives one the feeling that there is room for growth Yoshida Kenko feelings giving interesting If you must take care that your opinions do not differ in the least from those of the person with whom you are talking, you might just as well be alone. Yoshida Kenko care might talking ... For such as truly love the world, a thousand years would fade like the dream of one night. Yoshida Kenko dream night years The hour of death waits for no order. Death does not even come from the front. It is ever pressing on from behind. All men know of death, but they do not expect it of a sudden, and it comes upon them unawares. So, though the dry flats extend far out, soon the tide comes and floods the beach. Yoshida Kenko men beach order On a moonlit night, after a snowfall, or under cherry blossoms, it adds to our pleasure if, while chatting at our ease, we bring forth the wine cups. Yoshida Kenko wine add night If we lived forever, if the dews of Adashino never vanished, if the crematory smoke on Toribeyama never faded, men would hardly feel the pity of things. The beauty of life is in its impermanence. Man lives the longest of all living things... and even one year lived peacefully seems very long. Yet for such as love the world, a thousand years would fade like the dream of one night. Yoshida Kenko dream men night To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare. Yoshida Kenko reading writing book If life were eternal, all interest and anticipation would vanish. It is uncertainty which lends it fascination. Yoshida Kenko fascination anticipation mindset The truth is at the beginning of anything and its end are alike touching. Yoshida Kenko truth-is touching truth A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky. Yoshida Kenko regret sky life You should never put the new antlers of a deer to your nose and smell them. They have little insects that crawl into the nose and devour the brain. Yoshida Kenko deer smell brain If you imagine that once you have accomplished your ambitions you will have time to turn to the Way, you will discover that your ambitions never come to an end. Yoshida Kenko achievement ambition way Ambition never comes to an end. Yoshida Kenko ambition ends In everything, no matter what it may be, uniformity is undesirable. Leaving something incomplete makes it interesting, and gives one the feeling that there is room for growth. Someone once told me, "Even when building the imperial palace, they always leave one place unfinished." In both Buddhist and Confucian writings of the philosophers of former times, there are also many missing chapters. Yoshida Kenko buddhist writing giving Though a man excels in everything, unless he has been a lover his life is lonely, and he may be likened to a jewelled cup which can contain no wine. Yoshida Kenko wine lonely love One should write not unskillfully in the running hand, be able to sing in a pleasing voice and keep good time to music; and, lastly, a man should not refuse a little wine when it is pressed upon him. Yoshida Kenko wine writing running
