Beginning of the End In Fiction, Historical B The only thing I can say for certain is that at the end of my beginning, there was a beginning of my end. Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha Purchase Now Arthur Golden Memoirs of a Geisha FacebookXPinterestEmailLinkedInWhatsApp
The Slow Death of Hope In Fiction, Historical T The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains. 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
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
Familiarity Diminishes Awe In Fiction, Historical F Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months. Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha Purchase Now
Steps Towards Destiny In Fiction, Historical S Can’t you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you. Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha Purchase Now
