(Of Hatsumomo) She was like a fabric taken from its warm closet and hung out of doors where the harsh weather… — Arthur Golden

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.