Quotes from Arthur Golden

El aire ya no olía a cerrado. El pasado había desaparecido.

I couldn't help but let out a great sigh when I heard this; and I call it a great sigh because it contained many smaller sighs within it - one sigh of disappointment, one of frustration, one of sadness. . . and I don't know what else

But really, would Yoroido seem any less exotic if I went back there again? As a young girl I believed my life would never have been a struggle if Mr. Tanaka hadn't torn me away from my tipsy house. But 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.

No puedes pretender que careces de toda influencia. Tienes la obligación de utilizar toda la influencia que tengas, a no ser que quieras ir a la deriva por la vida, como un pez panza arriba llevado por la corriente.

We must always keep something to remember those who have left us.

Sencillamente no me gusta tener delante de mí lo que no puedo alcanzar.

Oare viaÈ›a nu era decât o furtun? care È™tergea urmele a ceea ce fusese o clip? mai înainte, l?sând în urm? un pustiu de nerecunoscut?

Eram o insul? abandonat? în mijlocul oceanului, f?r? trecut È™i cu siguran?? f?r? viitor.

Nadie es capaz de hablar honestamente de sus sufrimientos hasta que no ha dejado de sentirlos.

Of course I was happy to sit and listen, but I understood perfectly well that the Chairman wasn't telling these things to me because he wanted me to know them. He was clearing them from his mind, just like draining water from a bucket. So I listened closely not to his words, but to the tone of his voice; because in the same way that sound rises as a bucket is emptied, I could hear the Chairman's voice softening as he spoke.

Când Nobu a intrat în înc?pere, zâmbetul fermec?tor al lui Hatsumomo a înflorit, pân? când buzele ei pline au ajuns ca dou? uriaÈ™e pic?turi de sânge adunate la gura unei r?ni.

Al tempio c'è una poesia intitolata la mancanza, incisa nella pietra. Ci sono 3 parole, ma il poeta le ha cancellate. Non si può leggere la mancanza, solo avvertirla.

M? întrebam dac? b?rbaÈ›ii pot fi atât de orbiÈ›i de frumuseÈ›e încât s? fie dispuÈ™i s?-È™i petreac? viaÈ›a al?turi de un demon, cu condiÈ›ia s? fie un demon frumos.

was living only half in Gion; the other half of me lived in my dreams of going home. This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.

I told my mother I thought someone had poked a hole in her eyes and all the ink had drained out

Todos sabemos que una escena invernal de árboles cubiertos con mantos de nieve sería irreconocible a la primavera siguiente. No me podía imaginar, sin embargo, que algo así podía suceder dentro de nosotros mismos.

I don't misjudge people. If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.

Si moría mi madre, ¿cómo iba yo a seguir viviendo en la casa con él? No quería alejarme de él, pero cuando mi madre desapareciera, la casa se quedaría vacía, estuviera él o no.

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.

In any case, this simple process of first draining the Chairman's mind and then relaxing him with playful conversation had the same effect water has on a towel that has dried stiffly in the sun.

And I really do think if you'd been there to see what I saw, and feel what I felt, the same might have happened to you.

I've never understood how closely things are connected to one another, and it isn't just the zodiac I'm talking about. We human beings are only a part of something very much larger.

his mustache was carefully groomed, unlike the hair on the faces of the men in our village, which grew untended like weeds along a path.

But 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. Arthur