We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.— Arthur Golden
The most empowering Arthur Golden quotes to discover and learn by heart
I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.
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.
I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.
After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.
I never seek to defeat the man I am fighting, " he explained.
"I seek to defeat his confidence. A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course to victory. Two men are equals - true equals - only when they both have equal confidence.
Geisha because when I was living in Japan, I met a fellow whose mother was a geisha, and I thought that was kind of fascinating and ended up reading about the subject just about the same time I was getting interested in writing fiction.
We don't become geisha because we want our lives to be happy;
we become geisha because we have no choice.
At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.
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.
He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.
If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.
When we fight upstream against a rocky undercurrent, every foothold takes on a kind of urgency.
If you keep your destiny in mind, every moment in life becomes an opportunity for moving closer to it.
Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.
Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you.
A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course of victory.
And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.
Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true.
I had to wonder if men were so blinded by beauty that they would feel privileged to live their lives with an actual demon, so long as it was a beautiful demon.
But what I could see out of the corner of my eye made me think of two lovely bundles of silk floating along a stream. In a moment they were hovering on the walkway in front of me, where they sank down and smoothed their kimono across their knees.
I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.
Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.
Waiting patiently doesn't suit you. I can see you have a great deal of water in your personality. Water never waits. It changes shape and flows around things, and finds the secret paths no one else has thought about. [Mameha]
Anyone can have a good day. The question is what do you do on a bad day. That's when you're being tested. In a very tangible sense, a bad day shows your innermost essence more than a good day.
Watch for the thing that will show itself to you.
Because that thing, when you find it, will be your future.
Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean.
Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.
Neither you nor I can know your destiny.
You may never know it! Destiny isn't always like a party at the end of the evening. Sometimes it's nothing more than struggling through life from day to day.
Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it
It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.
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.
Of course, a sign doesn't mean anything unless you know how to interpret it.
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.
An en is a karmic bond lasting a lifetime.
Nowadays many people seem to believe their lives are entirely a matter of choice; but in my day we viewed ourselves as pieces of clay that forever show the fingerprints of everyone who has touched them.
Adversity is like a strong wind. I don't mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. It also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be.
Water is powerful. It can wash away earth, put out fire, and even destroy iron.
We none of us find as much kindness in this world as we should.
Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before, and left behind something barren and unrecognizable?
His face was very heavily creased, and into each crease he had tucked some worry or other, so that it wasn't really his face any longer, but more like a tree that had nests of birds in all of the branches. He had to struggle constantly to manage it and always looked worn out from the effort.
My mother once told me I was like water.
Water can carve its way even through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path.
If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.
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?
I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.
Sadness was a very heavy thing.
Well, a peach has a lovely taste and so does a mushroom, but you can't put the two together.
I don't like things held up before me that I cannot have.
This character's entirely invented, and the woman that I interviewed wouldn't recognize herself, or really anything about herself, in this book, which she hasn't read, because she doesn't read English.
of course the pace of change never slows, even when we've convinced ourselves it will.