I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing.… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
I had to wonder if men were so blinded by beauty that they would feel privileged to live their lives with an… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
Autobiography, if there really is such a thing, is like asking a rabbit to tell us what he looks like hopping through… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
Seeing him again after so long awakened something inside me. I was surprised to find myself feeling sad rather than joyful, as… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
By the time we arrived, as evening was approaching, I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since. — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true. — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
When we fight upstream against a rocky undercurrent, every foothold takes on a kind of urgency. — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
“Oh I'm sure you're right," Auntie said. "Probably she's just as you say. But she looks to me like a very clever girl, and… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
“I'm not sure this will make sense to you, but I felt as though I'd turned around to look in a different direction, so… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
“We human beings are only a part of something very much larger. When we walk along, we may crush a beetle or simply cause… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was. — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
You know, the men go to tea houses with the expectation that they will have a nice quiet evening and not read about it… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
Adversity is like a strong wind. I don't mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. It also tears… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
“Most nights I lay on my futon I was sick with anxiety, and felt a pit inside myself as big and empty as if… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
Of course, a sign doesn't mean anything unless you know how to interpret it. — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
