The Nature of Grief In Fiction, Historical T 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. Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha Purchase Now Arthur Golden Memoirs of a Geisha FacebookXPinterestEmailLinkedInWhatsApp
Commanding Nature and Humanity In Fiction, Historical C You cannot say to the sun, ‘More sun,’ or to the rain, ‘Less rain.’ To a man, you can say, ‘Be more human. Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha Purchase Now
Adversity Reveals True Self In Fiction, Historical A Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are. Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha Purchase Now
Escaping Inner Misery In Fiction, Historical E We can never flee the misery that is within us. Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha Purchase Now
The Essence of Loss In Fiction, Historical T At the temple there is a poem called ‘Loss’ carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it. Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha Purchase Now
Inventing Destiny In Fiction, Historical I Destiny is something we’ve invented because we can’t stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental. Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha Purchase Now
