Quotes from Arthur Golden

But she told me I was like water..Water can carve its way through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path.

Memoirs give the knowledge about the author and his environment. They are different from biography. Memoirs do not get ahead, and the man who writes a biography looks at his future like at a very simple thing.

Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it.

A woman living in a grand house may pride herself on all her lovely things; but the moment she hears the crackle of fire she decides very quickly which are the few she values the most.

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.

Even stone can be worn down with enough rain

He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. Sometimes, he sighed, I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

But, Mameha-san, I don't want kindness!" "Don't you? I thought we all wanted kindness. Perhaps what you mean is that you want something more than kindness. And that is something you're in no position to ask.

Chairman: Sometimes, he sighed, I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

The very idea! he said, with another big laugh. You, growing up in a dump like Yoroido. That's like making tea in a bucket!

A memoir provides a record not so much of the memoirist as of the memoirist's world.

I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

Estava a viver apenas metade em Gion, a outra metade de mim vivia nos meus sonhos de regressar a casa. É por isso que os sonhos podem ser coisas tão perigosas; continuam acesos mesmo sem chama, e às vezes consomem-nos completamente

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

agora sei que o nosso mundo não e mais permanente do que uma onda a erguer-se no oceano. E quaisquer que sejam as nossas lutas e triunfos, como quer que os possamos sofrer, muito rapidamente se dissolvem todos numa aguada, como tinta de pintar no papel

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.

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

that droplet of moisture that had slipped from me like a tear seemed almost to tell the story of my life. It fell through empty space, with no control whatsoever over its destiny; rolled along a path of silk; and somehow came to rest there on the teeth of that dragon. I thought of the petals I'd thrown into the Kamo River shallows outside Mr. Arashino's workshop, imagining they might find their way to the Chairman. It seemed to me that, somehow, perhaps they had.

I learned that year that nothing is so unpredictable as who will survive a war and who won't.

The eyes] are the most expressive part of a woman's body.

Es que la vida era sólo una tempestad que arrasaba con todo, dejando tras ella sólo algo yermo e irreconocible?

The swan who goes on living in its parents' tree will die; this is why those who are beautiful and talented bear the burden of finding their own way in the 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.

Llevamos nuestras vidas como el agua que corre colina abajo, más o menos en una dirección, hasta que damos con algo que nos obliga a encontrar un nuevo curso.