The Girl With the Pearl Earring -- Tracy Chevalier

Soon it became easier to keep my eyes on his. He looked at me as if he were not seeing me, but someone else, or something else—as if he were looking at a painting. 

He is looking at the light that falls on my face, I thought, not at my face itself. That is the difference. 

The Girl With the Pearl Earring -- Tracy Chevalier

The morning was still cool, the sky a flat grey-white pulled close over Delft like a sheet, the summer sun not yet high enough to burn it away. The canal I walked along was a mirror of white light tinged with green. As the sun grew brighter the canal would darken to the color of moss. 

Memoirs of a Geisha -- Arthur Golden

"Look at you, Nobu-san. You have a wrinkle between your eyes as deep as a rut in the road."

He let the muscles around his eyes relax a bit, so that the wrinkle seemed to dissolve. "I'm not as young as I once was, you know," he told me. 

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means there are some wrinkles that have become permanant features, and they aren't going to go away just because you say they should."

"There are good wrinkles and bad wrinkles, Nobu-san. Never forget it."

Memoirs of a Geisha -- Arthur Golden

"You can't pretend you have no influence at all. It's your duty to use what influence you have, unless, unless you want to drift through life like a fish belly-up on the stream,"

"I wish I could believe life really is something more than a stream that carries us along, belly-up."

"All right, if it's a stream, you're still free to be in this part of it or that part, aren't you? The water will divide again and again. If you bump and tussle, and fight, and make use of whatever advantages you might have—" 

"Oh, thats fine, I'm sure, when we have advantages."

"You'd find them everywhere, if you ever bothered to look!"

Memoirs of a Geisha -- Arthur Golden

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. 

Watch for the thing that will show itself to you. Because that thing when you find it, will be your future.

Memoirs of a Geisha -- Arthur Golden

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 years of it do? Even stone can be worn down with enough rain. 

Memoirs of a Geisha -- Arthur Golden

Before going in, she gave me a stern warning not to distract Hatsumomo in any way, or do anything that might make her angry. I didn't understand it at the time, but now I know perfectly well why she was so concerned. Because, you see when a geisha wakes up in the morning she is just like any other woman. Her face may be greasy from sleep, and her breath unpleasant. It may be true that she wears a startling hairstyle even as she struggles to open her eyes; but in every other respect she's a woman like any other, and not a geisha at all. Only when she sits before her mirror to apply her makeup with care does she become a geisha. And I don't mean that this is when she begins to look like one. This is when she begins to think like one too. 

William Eliott Griffis

IT is a manifest that to understand a people and their natural life, the physical conditions under which they live must be known. To enjoy the picture, we must study the background.

SH Britt

Doing business without advertising is like winking at a girl in the dark. You know what you are doing, but nobody else does.

All the Light That We Cannot See -- Anthony Doerr

The brain is locked in total darkness, of course children. Says the voice. It floats in a clear liquid inside the skull, never in the light. And yet the world it constructs in the mind is full of light. It brims with color and movement. So how children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light?

Doctor Who

"The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles." 

The Persian Book of Kings

If you're going to be always waiting for the right time, you're heart will lose everything good, everything will be out of place.