i liked the ending of memoirs of a geisha more than anything else. i think of what a hopeless romantic i am when i find myself feeling warm and tingly at the thought of them finally together with nothing to hold them back from unleashing their fiery passion towards each other.

and this...

I awoke with tears streaming down my temples, and I took the Chairman's hand, fearing that I would never be able to live without him when he died and left me...

And yet when his death happened only a few months later, I understood that he left me at the end of his long life just as naturally as the leaves fall from the trees...

I fell toward the Chairman just as a stone must fall toward the earth... Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories...

As a young girl I believed my life would never have been a struggle if Mr. Tanaka hadn't torn me away from my tipsy house. But now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.