"What if I came to the end of my life and realised that I’d spent every day watching for a man who would never come to me? What an unbearable sorrow it would be, to realise I’d never really tasted the things I’d eaten, or the places I’d been, because I’d thought of nothing but [him] even while my life was drifting away from me. And yet if I drew my thoughts back from him, what life would I have? I would be like a dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance she would never give."
— Arthur Golden - Memoirs of a Geisha (via samuelian)
"Far away, long ago.
Glowing dim as an ember.
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember."
— Once Upon a December - Anastasia (1997)