Memoirs of a Geisha ( Arthur Golden)
“Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see. ”
“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]”
“Those of us with water in our personalities don't pick where we'll flow to. All we can do is flow where the landscape of our lives carries us”
“We can never flee the misery that is within us.”
“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.”
“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?”
“It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.”
“You cannot say to the sun, 'More sun,' or to the rain, 'Less rain.'
“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.”
“Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see. ”
“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]”
“Those of us with water in our personalities don't pick where we'll flow to. All we can do is flow where the landscape of our lives carries us”
“We can never flee the misery that is within us.”
“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.”
“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?”
“It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.”
“You cannot say to the sun, 'More sun,' or to the rain, 'Less rain.'
“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.”
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