About Arthur Golden: Arthur Golden is an American writer. He is the author of the bestselling novel Memoirs of a Geisha (1997).
After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.
When I said these words, all the heat in my body seemed to rise to my face. I felt I might float up into the air, just like a piece of ash from a fire.
Friendship is a precious thing, Sayuri. One mustn't throw it away.
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 woul...
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 o...
A memoir provides a record not so much of the memoirist as of the memoirist's world.
And when I raised myself to look at the man who’d spoken, I had a feeling of leaving my misery behind me there on the stone wall.
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.
If we rub a fabric too often, it will quickly grow threadbare; and Nobu’s words had rasped against me so much, I could no longer maintain that finely lacquered surface Mameha had always counseled me to hide behind.
Watch for the thing that will show itself to you. Because that thing, when you find it, will be your future.
Of course, a sign doesn't mean anything unless you know how to interpret it.
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 w...
When a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.
It struck me that we-that moth and I-were two opposite extremes. My existence was as unstable as a stream, changing in every way; but the moth was like a piece of stone, changing not at all. While thinking this thought, I reached out a finger to feel...
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.
Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories. I've lived my life again just telling it to you.
If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.
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.
When a man takes a mistress, he doesn't turn around and divorce his wife.
Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.
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.
