Quotes from Arthur Golden

Por eso los sueños son tan peligrosos: abrasan como el fuego y a veces nos consumen completamente.

Mi madre y mi padre habían muerto y yo no podía hacer nada para cambiarlo. Pero supongo que yo también había estado en cierto modo muerta aquel último año. Y mi hermana... pues sí, se había ido; pero yo no me había ido.

We all know that a winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even the trees dressed in shawls of snow, will be unrecognizable the following spring. Yet I had never imagined such a thing could occur within our very selves.

Eu nunca procuro derrotar o homem que estou a combater - explicou ele - procuro derrotar a confiança que ele tem em si próprio. Uma mente perturbada pela dúvida não se pode concentrar no curso em direcção a vitória. Dois homens são iguais, verdadeiramente iguais, só quando têm ambos uma autoconfiança igual

Se considera que el mandril de África central es el más vistoso de todos los primates -dijo-. Pero yo creo que la aprendiz de geisha es tal vez el más vistoso de todos los primates.

Când Hatsumomo trecea pe lâng? mine pe coridor, în toat? splendoarea ei, cu machiajul alb str?lucind deasupra chimonoului întunecat, ca luna pe cerul palid al nopÈ›ii, sunt sigur? c? È™i un orb ar fi g?sit-o frumoas?.

He smelled like the sea even after he had bathed. When he wasn't fishing, he sat on the floor in our dark front room mending a fishing net. And if a fishing net had been a sleeping creature, he wouldn't even have awakened it, at the speed he worked. He did everything this slowly.

This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.

My goodness, Sayuri, you do look like a peasant!" he said.

ich so sehr eine Konkurrenz für Dich, wie eine Pfütze als Meer gilt

Happily I didn't see her after she'd died, except for her legs, which were visible from the doorway and looked like slender tree limbs wrapped in wrinkled silk.

Me mordí el labio y contuve el llanto tan instantáneamente que creo que las lágrimas se pararon en seco a medio camino de mis mejillas.

M?s savu dz?vi nodz?vojam k? ?dens, kas pl?st lejup pa kalnu, pl?stam vien? virzien?, l?dz atsitamies pret kaut ko, kas spiež m?s mekl?t jaunu virzienu.

Everyone knows that a wounded tiger is a dangerous beast.

Sap?i var b?t b?stami, tie gruzd k? uguns un reiz?m piln?gi p?r?em m?s sav? var?.

I would've had an easier time if my emotions had all pulled me in the same direction, but it wasn't so simple. I'd been blown about like a scrap of paper in the wind.

we drank each other up with so much yearning and need that afterward I felt myself drained of all the things the Chairman had taken from me, and yet filled with all that I had taken from him.

Autobiography, if there really is such a thing, is like asking a rabbit to tell us what he looks like hopping through the grasses of the field. How would he know? If we want to hear about the field, on the other hand, no one is in a better circumstance to tell us—so long as we keep in mind that we are missing all those things the rabbit was in no position to observe.

I won't say my emotions had settled themselves by the time the train pulled into Kyoto Station early the following morning. After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.

La pena es una cosa extraña; nos deja totalmente desamparados. Es como una ventana que se abriera sola; la habitación se queda fría y lo único que podemos hacer es tiritar. Pero cada vez se abre un poco menos, hasta que un día nos preguntamos qué habrá pasado con ella.

Denn indem ich Ihnen all dies erzaehlte, habe ich mein Leben noch einmal gelebt.

Jetzt aber weiss ich, dass unsere Welt nich bestaendiger ist als eine Woge im Ozean. All unsere Muehen und Triumphe, wie wir sie auch erleben, zerlaufen zu einem Wasserfleck. Genau wie waessrige Tusche auf Papier.

We human beings have a remarkable way of growing accustomed to things; but when I pictured Mameha dancing her slow lament, hidden from the eyes of her husband and his mistress, I could no more have stopped myself from feeling that sadness than you could stop yourself from smelling an apple that has been cut open on the table before you.

ora so che il nostro mondo è tanto instabile quanto un'onda che si innalza in mezzo all'oceano. Quali che siano stati i nostri conflitti e i nostri trionfi, per quanto indelebile sia il segno che questi abbiano potuto lasciare su di noi, finiscono sempre per stemperarsi come una tinta ad acquerello su un foglio di carta.