The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
Arthur Golden
Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.
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I began to feel that all the people I'd ever known who had died or left me had not in fact gone away, but continued to live on inside me just as this man's wife lived on inside him.
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I cannot tell you what it is that guides us in this life; but for me, I fell toward the Chairman just as a stone must fall toward the earth. When I cut my lip and met Mr. Tanaka, when my mother died and I was cruelly sold, it was all like a stream that falls over rocky cliffs before it can reach the ocean. Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories.
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