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Arthur Golden Quotes

Arthur Golden quotes

American Writer December 6, 1956

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She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret. Arthur Golden
A tree may look as beautiful as ever; but when you notice the insects infesting it, and the tips of the branches that are brown from disease, even the trunk seems to lose some of its magnificence. Arthur Golden
I fell into a sound sleep and dreamed that I was at a banquet back in Gion, talking with an elderly man who was explaining to me that his wife, whom he'd cared for deeply, wasn't really dead because the pleasure of their time together lived on inside him. Arthur Golden
Arthur Golden quote: "Geisha is always called beautiful even if she is not."
Geisha is always called beautiful even if she is not. Arthur Golden
For a flicker of a moment I imagined a world completely different from the one I'd always known, a world in which I was treated with fairness, even kindness-- a world in which fathers didn't sell their daughters. Arthur Golden
Arthur Golden quote: "I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about..."
I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck. Arthur Golden
We must use whatever methods we can to understand the movement of the universe around us and time our actions so that we are not fighting the currents, but moving with them. Arthur Golden
Couldn't the wrong sort of living turn anyone mean? I remembered very well that one day back in Yoroido, a boy pushed me into a thorn bush near the pond. By the time I clawed my way out I was mad enough to bite through wood. If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even stone can be worn down with enough rain. Arthur Golden
Oh I'm sure you're right," Auntie said. "Probably she's just as you say. But she looks to me like a very clever girl, and adaptable; you can see that from the shape of her ears. Arthur Golden
Arthur Golden quote: "All at once I felt so vain, like a girl posturing for the..."
All at once I felt so vain, like a girl posturing for the crowds as she walks along, only to discover the street is empty. Arthur Golden
I'm not sure this will make sense to you, but I felt as though I'd turned around to look in a different direction, so that I no longer faced backward toward the past, but forward toward the future. And now the question confronting me was this: What would that future be? The moment this question formed in my mind, I knew with as much certainty as I'd ever known anything that sometime during that day I would receive a sign. This was why the bearded man had opened the window in my dream. He was... Arthur Golden
How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn't heal? Arthur Golden
All my hard work in overhearing it was it was about as rewarding to me as a man who lugs a chest up the hill only to learn that its full of rocks. Arthur Golden
Arthur Golden quote: "The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves..."
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains. Arthur Golden
Arthur Golden quote: "Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind..."
Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all. Arthur Golden

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