Memories Of A Geisha Quotes

I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

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. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.

Sadness was a very heavy thing.

Watch for the thing that will show itself to you. Because that thing, when you find it, will be your future.

Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.

Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true.

I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn’t heal?

I had to wonder if men were so blinded by beauty that they would feel privileged to live their lives with an actual demon, so long as it was a beautiful demon.

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.

Adversity is like a strong wind. I don’t mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. It also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are.

Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

We must use whatever methods we can to understand the movement of the universe around us and time our actions so that we are not fighting the currents, but moving with them.

Well, a peach has a lovely taste and so does a mushroom, but you can’t put the two together.

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