Nobody even imagines how well one can lie about the state of one’s own heart. Yukio Mishima More Quotes by Yukio Mishima More Quotes From Yukio Mishima The cynicism that regards hero worship as comical is always shadowed by a sense of physical inferiority Yukio Mishima inferiority worship hero 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. Yukio Mishima stupidity suicide sky It is a rather risky matter to discuss a happiness that has no need of words. Yukio Mishima matter needs Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth. Yukio Mishima cotton air summer A man isn't tiny or giant enough to defeat anything. Yukio Mishima tiny giants men Beyond doubt, there was a certain splendor in pain, which bore a deep affinity to the splendor that lies hidden within strength. Yukio Mishima pain doubt lying When people concentrate on the idea of beauty, they are, without realizing it, confronted with the darkest thoughts that exist in this world. That, I suppose, is how human beings are made. Yukio Mishima people world ideas By means of microscopic observation and astronomical projection the lotus flower can become the foundation for an entire theory of the universe and an agent whereby we may perceive Truth. Yukio Mishima flower truth art If we value so highly the dignity of life, how can we not also value the dignity of death No death may be called futile. Yukio Mishima dignity ifs may I cried sobbingly until at last those visions reeking with blood came to comfort me. And then I surrendered myself to them, to those deplorably brutal visions, my most intimate friends. Yukio Mishima vision comfort blood A father is a reality-concealing machine, a machine for dishing up lies to kids, and that isn't even the worst of it: secretly he believes that he represents reality. Yukio Mishima believe father lying For clearly it is impossible to touch eternity with one hand and life with the other. Yukio Mishima eternity impossible hands ...of all the kinds of decay in this world, decadent purity is the most malignant. Yukio Mishima decay kind world Human life is limited but I would like to live forever. Yukio Mishima human-life life-is forever Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed? Yukio Mishima remorse sin facts I had long since insisted upon interpreting the things that Fate forced me to do as victories of my own will and intelligence, and now this bad habit had grown into a sort of frenzied arrogance. In the nature of what I was calling my intelligence there was a touch of something illegitimate, a touch of the sham pretender who has been placed on the throne by some freak chance. This dolt of a usurper could not foresee the revenge that would inevitably be wreaked upon his stupid despotism. Yukio Mishima fate revenge stupid The images which the [press] photographer has filtered from reality, whether particular events or the anguish of human reactions to them, already bear a stamp of authenticity which the photographer is powerless to alter by one jot or tittle; the meaning of the objects, by a process of purification, itself becomes the theme of the work. Yukio Mishima events bears reality The period of childhood is a stage on which time and space become entangled. Yukio Mishima childhood stage space There isn't any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it. Yukio Mishima uncertainty existence Better to be caught in sudden, complete catastrophe than to be gnawed by the cancer of imagination. Yukio Mishima caught cancer imagination
