Faith

“Rain is the subject of prayer, the kind gesture of saints. Dear City, explain your irreverence: in you, rain is a visitor with nowhere to go. Where is the ground that knows only the love of water? What are the passageways to your heart? Pity the water that stays and rises on the streets, pity the water that floods into houses, so dark and filthy and heavy with rats and dead leaves and plastic. How ashamed water is to be what you have made it. What have you done to its beauty, its graceful body in pictures of oceans, its clear face in a glass?”
― Conchitina Cruz, Dark Hours

“A voice so beautiful it was almost lonely, calling out as if to someone who could not hear, on ship far away.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, Snow Country

“But this love would leave behind it nothing so definite as a piece of Chijimi. Though cloth to be worn is among the most short-lived of craftworks, a good piece of Chijimi, if it has been taken care of, can be worn quite unfaded a half-century and more after weaving. As Shimamura thought absently how human intimacies have not even so long a life, the image of Komako as the mother of another man’s children suddenly floated into his mind. He looked around, startled. Possibly he was tired.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, Snow Country

“It was, with no attempt at covering itself, the naked heart of a woman calling out to her man.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, Snow Country