Arthur Golden: Memoirs of a Geisha |
If you aren`t the woman I think you are, then this isn`t the world I thought it was.
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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 away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be.
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This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.
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