He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. Sometimes, he sighed, I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see...
Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.
No one knows the author of memoir so well like himself.
I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow – though I can’t think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room...
We human beings have a remarkable way of growing accustomed to things.
To the eyes of the American soldiers who drove past, I looked no different from the women around me; and as I thought of it, who could say I was any different? If you no longer have leaves, or bark, o...
All my hard work in overhearing it was it was about as rewarding to me as a man who lugs a chest up the hill only to learn that its full of rocks.
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...
El cuarto de Hatsumono era el más grande de la okiya; ocupaba más espacio que toda mi casa de Yoroido. No
When I unwrapped the moth from its funeral shroud, it was the same startlingly lovely creature as on the day I had entombed it. Everything about it seemed beautiful and perfect, and so utterly unchang...
Friendship is a precious thing, Sayuri. One mustn't throw it away.
This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.
Ich so sehr eine Konkurrenz für Dich, wie eine Pfütze als Meer gilt
She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She enterta...
Yet somehow the thing that startled me most, after a week or two had passed, was that I had in fact survived.
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
The moment I formulated this thought, everything aroud me seemed to droop heavily toward the earth. Outside in the garden, the eaves of the roof dripped rain like beads of weighted glass. Even the mat...
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...
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
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.
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