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 KenkoBlossoms 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 KenkoAre 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