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
The Need for Secrets In Fiction, Historical T A life without secrets is like a garden without flowers. Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha Purchase Now
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
Altering Destiny In Fiction, Historical A What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. Arthur Golden – Memoirs of a Geisha Purchase Now
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
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
