Book: Memoirs of a geisha. Page 1

She was one of those people who sees things only if they have the price tags.

When I was locked up inside, I wanted to go outside. Now life has changed so much and being outside, I wanted to get inside.

The Admiral was short, but said that the stick of dynamite is small too.

I was surprised that men to such an extent was blinded by her beauty that I was ready to communicate with this demon, though wonderful.

If for a long time watching the man, then you will not be a secret, how he will behave in a given situation.

In his ears was a noise as of rushing wings of panicked birds. Perhaps it's my heart beating, I don't know. But if you ever see a bird that comes to the temple and trying to find a way out, you can imagine mastered my feelings.

If people die, they still continue to live in us, our memories.

Perhaps you're too beautiful to myself, to see the beauty around.

Incorrectly chosen way of life makes them a bad person.

But how to endure a life where my desires were not taken into account?

There is no woman that would have loved to hear what she not the most beautiful on earth.

The sign did not inform until, until you understand how to interpret it.

I've lived, my eyes grew two generations of children and have the right to say that rarely have common birds are swans. Swan, continues to live on the tree of their parents dying. The lovely and talented needs to find his own way in this world.

If you have no leaves, stem or roots, then how can you still call yourself a tree?