Arthur Golden

It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#memoirs #life

A tree may look as beautiful as ever; but when you notice the insects infesting it, and the tips of the branches that are brown from disease, even the trunk seems to lose some of its magnificence. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#beauty

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

— Arthur Golden

#humor

Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#death

Friendship is a precious thing, Sayuri. One mustn't throw it away. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#friendship

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it ↗

— Arthur Golden

#geisha #memoirs #change

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

— Arthur Golden

#goodness #beauty

I began to feel that all the people I'd ever known who had died or left me had not in fact gone away, but continued to live on inside me just as this man's wife lived on inside him. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#death

And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#pain #beauty

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

— Arthur Golden

#any #enduring #frankly #i #longer