Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see. Arthur Golden More Quotes by Arthur Golden More Quotes From Arthur Golden We can never flee the misery that is within us. Arthur Golden miserable-people misery miserable I studied Japanese language and culture in college and graduate school, and afterward went to work in Tokyo, where I met a young man whose father was a famous businessman and whose mother was a geisha. He and I never discussed his parentage, which was an open secret, but it fascinated me. Arthur Golden mother father school If Mother and Mameha couldn't come to an agreement, I would remain a maid all my life just as surely as a turtle remains a turtle Arthur Golden turtles agreement mother I could no more have stopped myself from feeling that sadness than you could stop yourself from smelling an apple that has been cut open on the table before you. Arthur Golden apples sadness cutting From this experience, I understood the danger of focusing only on what isn't there. What if I came to the end of my life and realized that I'd spent every day watching for a man who would never come to me? What an unbearable sorrow it would be, to realize I'd never really tasted the things I'd eaten, or seen the places I'd been, because I'd thought of nothing but the Chairman even while my life was drifting away from me. And yet if I drew my thoughts back from him, what life would I have? I would be like a dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance she would never give. Arthur Golden dancer giving men If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was. Arthur Golden geisha world thinking Geisha because when I was living in Japan, I met a fellow whose mother was a geisha, and I thought that was kind of fascinating and ended up reading about the subject just about the same time I was getting interested in writing fiction. Arthur Golden reading mother writing Time your actions so you're not fighting against the currents but moving with them. Arthur Golden time-management fighting moving Autobiography, if there really is such a thing, is like asking a rabbit to tell us what he looks like hopping through the grasses of the field. How would he know? If we want to hear about the field on the other hand, no one is in a better circumstance to tell us-so long as we keep in mind that we are missing all those things the rabbit was in no position to observe. Arthur Golden missing long hands Well, a peach has a lovely taste and so does a mushroom, but you can't put the two together. Arthur Golden lovely mushrooms two Yet somehow the thing that startled me most, after a week or two had passed, was that I had in fact survived. Arthur Golden week two facts Finally the homeless eel marked its territory, I suppose, and the Doctor lay heavily upon me, moist with sweat. Arthur Golden eels sweat doctors We don't become geisha because we want our lives to be happy; we become geisha because we have no choice. Arthur Golden geisha choices want I fell into a sound sleep and dreamed that I was at a banquet back in Gion, talking with an elderly man who was explaining to me that his wife, whom he'd cared for deeply, wasn't really dead because the pleasure of their time together lived on inside him. Arthur Golden elderly sleep men Waiting patiently doesn't suit you. I can see you have a great deal of water in your personality. Water never waits. It changes shape and flows around things, and finds the secret paths no one else has thought about. [Mameha] Arthur Golden suits-you personality water Those of us with water in our personalities don't pick where we'll flow to. All we can do is flow where the landscape of our lives carries us Arthur Golden landscape personality water 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. Arthur Golden sadness grief grieving 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 body feelings might 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. Arthur Golden suffering rain years 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? Arthur Golden lessons wish may