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I must tell you something about necks in Japan, if you don't know it; namely, that Japanese men, as a rule, feel about a woman's neck and throat the same way that men in the West might feel about a woman's legs. This is why geisha wear the collars of their kimono so low in the back that the first few bumps of the spine are visible; I suppose it's like a woman in Paris wearing a short skirt. Auntie painted onto the back of Hatsumomo's neck a..
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Waiting patiently doesn't suit you. I can see you have a great deal of water in your personality. Water never waits. It changes shape and flows around things, and finds the secret paths no one else has thought about-the tiny hole through the roof or the bottom of a box. There's no doubt it's the most versatile of the five elements. It can wash away earth; it can put out fire; it can wear a piece of metal down and sweep it away. Even wood, w..
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I found myself wondering if she'd started life much as I had. It made no difference that she was a mean old woman and I was just a struggling little girl. Couldn't the wrong sort of living turn anyone mean? I remembered very well that one day back in Yoroido, a boy pushed me into a thorn bush near the pond. By the time I clawed my way out I was mad enough to bite through wood. If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would..
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Todos sabemos que una escena invernal de arboles cubiertos con mantos de nieve seria irreconocible a la primavera siguiente. No me podia imaginar, sin embargo, que algo asi podia suceder dentro de nosotros mismos.
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Could it really be that of all the lessons I'd learned, the hardest one lay just ahead of me? Would I really have to take each of my hopes and put them away where no one would ever see them again, where not even I would ever see them? "Go back to the okiya, Sayuri," Mameha told me. "Prepare for the evening ahead of you. There's nothing like work for getting over a disappointment." --
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At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of melancholy.
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When I unwrapped the moth from its funeral shroud, it was the same startlingly lovely creature as on the day I had entombed it. Everything about it seemed beautiful and perfect, and so utterly unchanged.
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My existence was as unstable as a stream, changing in every way; but the moth was like a piece of stone, changing not at all.
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Every man has his destiny. But who needs to to go to a fortune-teller to find it? Do I go to a chef to find out if I'm hungry?" Nobu"
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We human beings are only a part of something very much larger. When we walk along, we may crush a beetle or simply cause a change in the air so that a fly ends up where it might never have gone otherwise. And if we think of the same example but with ourselves in the role of the insect, and the larger universe in the role we've just played, it's perfectly clear that we're affected every day by forces over which we have no more control than t..
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Incluso las rocas terminan erosionandose con la lluvia.
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This was what we Japanese called the "onion life"--peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while."
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Llevamos nuestras vidas como el agua que corre colina abajo, mas o menos en una direccion, hasta que damos con algo que nos obliga a encontrar un nuevo curso.
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This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.
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We topped the ridge a few moments later, and the town of Senzuru came into view below us. The day was drab, everything in shades of gray. It was my first look at the world outside Yoroido, and I didn't think I'd missed much. I could see the thatched roofs of the town around an inlet, amid dull hills, and beyond them the metal-colored sea, broken with shards of white. Inland, the landscape might have been attractive but for the train tracks ..
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ich so sehr eine Konkurrenz fur Dich, wie eine Pfutze als Meer gilt
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