Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.
Yoshida Kenko... For such as truly love the world, a thousand years would fade like the dream of one night.
Yoshida KenkoOn 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 KenkoA 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