Memoirs of a Geisha

I felt as the waves of the ocean must feel when clouds have blocked the warmth of the sun.

Some people have difficulty telling the difference between something great and something they’ve simply heard of.

A tree may look as beautiful as ever, but when you notice insects infesting it, and the tips of the branches that are brown from disease even the trunk seems to lose some of its magnificence.

Dreams can be such dangerous things; they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.

I never seek to defeat the man I'm fighting, I seek to defeat his confidence. A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course to victory. Two men are equals -true equals- only when they both have equal confidence.

Everything around me seemed to grow so quiet, as if he were the wind that blew and I were just a cloud carries upon it.

We don't become geisha because we want our lives to be happy; we become geisha because we have no choice.

He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.

If you'd asked me why I wanted these things, I would have answered, why does a ripe persimmon taste delicious? Why does wood smell smoky when it burns?

A winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even trees dressed in shawls of snow, will be unrecognizable the following spring.

If you have experienced an evening more exciting than any in life, you're sad to see it end, and yet you still feel grateful that it happened.

I felt as a simple smelt must feel when a silver salmon glides by.

Water never waits. It changes shape and flows around things, and finds the secret paths no one else has thought about.

Being sent out into the world isn't necessarily the same as leaving your home behind you.

(Of Hatsumomo) She was like a fabric taken from its warm closet and hung out of doors where the harsh weather will gradually consume it.

I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

Occasionally in life we come upon things we can't understand because we have never seen anything similar.

Now I understood the thing I´d overlooked;the point wasn´t to become a geisha but to be one. To become a geisha . . . well, that was hardly a purpose in life. But to be a geisha . . . I could see it now as a stepping-stone to something else.

I felt as a bird must feel when it has flown across the ocean and comes upon a creature that knows its nest.

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.