Familiarity Diminishes Awe

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

The very qualities that lead some men to love me are the ones that others find most repellent.

Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha

I don’t think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha

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.

Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha

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