Arthur Golden
Arthur Golden
Arthur Goldenis an American writer. He is the author of the bestselling novel Memoirs of a Geisha...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 December 1956
CountryUnited States of America
men gone-away wife
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.
precious-things
Friendship is a precious thing, Sayuri. One mustn't throw it away.
flower one-day grows
Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.
past bleak
Nothing is as bleak as the future, except the past.
rain mean boys
Couldn't the wrong sort of living turn anyone mean? I remembered very well that one day back in Yoroido, a boy pushed me into a thorn bush near the pond. By the time I clawed my way out I was mad enough to bite through wood. If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.
children taken doors
In the instant before the door opened, I could almost sense my life expanding just like a river whose waters have begun to swell; for I had never before taken such a drastic step to change the course of my own future. I was like a child tiptoeing along a precipice overlooking the sea. And yet somehow I hadn't imagined a great wave might come and strike me there, and wash everything away.
ocean struggle our-world
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.
children taken bridges
Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you.
daughter kindness father
For a flicker of a moment I imagined a world completely different from the one I'd always known, a world in which I was treated with fairness, even kindness-- a world in which fathers didn't sell their daughters.
moving fighting use
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.
beautiful men long
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.
inspirational success fear
A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course of victory.
layers onions cry
It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.
fear water stones
After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.