Ich hatte schon immer zu viel Temprament, zum Glück gings zwei Tage danach zu Ikea.
Memoirs of a Geisha
"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. Her eyes are 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."
Ich muss bei dieser Scene immer weinen.