#japan

Living in a world such as this is like dancing on a live volcano. ↗

— Kentetsu Takamori

#buddhism #faith #japan #life #religion

When a zashiki warashi came to live with you, good fortune smiled upon the whole house. ↗

— Holly Thompson

#japan #teens #friendship

One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table. ↗

— Holly Thompson

#ghosts #japan #teens #friendship

I once asked an old Japanese man why Japan decided to team up with Germany during WWII, and do you know what he told me? Well, you would if you speak Japanese, which I don’t. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#germany #japanese #war #wwii #funny

As you can imagine, those who had fallen this far had been so worn down by their tortures in the seven other hells that they no longer had the strength to cry out. ↗

— Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

#japan #japanese #japanese-literature #torture #imagination

The pond garden is an intricate phenomenon coalescing the intent and will of various people of influence living at various times. ↗

— Norris Brock Johnson

#history #japan #temple #life

He did not care about titles and was proud to be a farmer beyond all else. ↗

— Tsuneichi Miyamoto

#history #japan #life

Many Buddhist temple priests regard their parishioners as possessions and fear their departure as a diminishing of assets. ↗

— Kentetsu Takamori

#japan #religion #temples #religion

But even more than her diary, Shimamura was surprised at her statement that she had carefully cataloged every novel and short story she had read since she was fifteen or sixteen. The record already filled ten notebooks. "You write down your criticisms, do you?" "I could never do anything like that. I just write down the author and the characters and how they are related to each other. That is about all." "But what good does it do?" "None at all." "A waste of effort." "A complete waste of effort," she answered brightly, as though the admission meant little to her. She gazed solemnly at Shimamura, however. A complete waste of effort. For some reason Shimamura wanted to stress the point. But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it was had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman's existence. ↗

— Yasunari Kawabata

#short-story

Ichigo Ichie --Nishikado Soujiroh ↗

— Yoko Kamio

#hana-yori-dango #japanese #manga #manga