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
Arthur Golden quotes about
life rocks long
By the time we arrived, as evening was approaching, I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day long.
beautiful geisha ifs
Geisha is always called beautiful even if she is not.
thinking mind littles
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 in my face for any more.
feelings loud disgusting
My feelings of disgust had been so loud within me, they’d nearly drowned out everything else.
I've lived my life again just telling it to you.
geisha memories-of-a-geisha
I don't like things held up before me that I cannot have.
hands long missing
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.
long feelings feeling-sad
Seeing him again after so long awakened something inside me. I was surprised to find myself feeling sad rather than joyful, as I would have imagined.
beautiful swans tree
The swan who goes on living in its parents' tree will die; this is why those who are beautiful and talented bear the burden of finding their own way in the world.
differences people difficulty
Some people have difficulty telling the difference between something great and something they've simply heard of.
misery miserable-people miserable
We can never flee the misery that is within us.
spring winter self
We all know that a winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even the trees dressed in shawls of snow, will be unrecognizable the following spring. Yet I never imagined such a thing could occur within our very selves.
said helpless
I didn't say to act dead. I said act helpless.