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
mother father school
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.
jealousy passion hatred
Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.
watches your-future shows
Watch for the thing that will show itself to you. Because that thing, when you find it, will be your future.
death loss three
At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.
girl stupid silly
Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.
believe people forever
An en is a karmic bond lasting a lifetime. Nowadays many people seem to believe their lives are entirely a matter of choice; but in my day we viewed ourselves as pieces of clay that forever show the fingerprints of everyone who has touched them.
real thinking remember
Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.
dream adversity world
Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true.
sad trying misery
I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.
good-day bad-day essence
Anyone can have a good day. The question is what do you do on a bad day. That's when you're being tested. In a very tangible sense, a bad day shows your innermost essence more than a good day.
thinking world needs
I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.
rain stones enough
Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.
mother water stones
My mother once told me I was like water. Water can carve its way even through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path.
grief grieving one-day
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.