Tonight I watched Memoirs Of A Geisha. ( -A great movie by the way- ) Toward the end of the film, a part there really gave me chills. I paused the movie to write down what she said... and I thought I would share it- with the rest of you. It really is beautiful.
"The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope, like leaves... Until one day, there are none No hopes; nothing remains.
She paints her face, to hide her face. Here eyes, like deep water. It is not, for Geisha to want. It is not, for Geisha to feel.
Geisha- is an artist, of the floating world. She dances. She sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows. The rest is secret... "
