The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves... - Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
"The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains."
"The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains."
"Watch for the thing that will show itself to you. Because that thing, when you find it, will be your future."
"I cannot tell you what it is that guides us in this life; but for me, I fell toward the Chairman just as a stone must fall toward the earth. When I cut my lip and met Mr. Tanaka, when my mother died and I was cruelly sold, it was all like a stream that falls over rocky cliffs before it can reach the ocean. Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories."
"Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all."
"I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world."
"And when I raised myself to look at the man who’d spoken, I had a feeling of leaving my misery behind me there on the stone wall."