If you asked me how I felt when they told me I would marry Wen Fu, I can say only this: It was like being told I had won a big prize. And it was also like being told my head was going to be chopped off. Something between those two feelings.
My mother and I never really understood one another. We translated each other’s meanings and I seemed to hear less than what was said, while my mother heard more.
But you can’t stay in the dark for so long. Something inside of you starts to fade and you become like a starving person, crazy-hungry for light.
A few times I invited Ba to visit me from the World of Yin. But other yin friends tell me he is stuck somewhere else, a foggy place where people believe their lies are true.
I tried to keep very still, but my heart felt like crickets scratching to get out of the cage.
But he was so attuned to my every movement I was sure he was reading my mind. HE had no inhibitions, and whatever ones he discovered I had he’d pry away from me like little treasures.
What use for? asks my mother, jiggling the table with her hand. You put something else on top, everything fall down.
I imagine a hundred Chinese Icaruses, molding wings out of earwax. You can’t stop people from wishing.
Suffer more now, suffer less later.
I’m not consciously hiding anything.′ After Ruth said that she wondered whether it was true. Then again, who revealed everything – the irritation, the fears? How tiresome that would be.
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Precious Auntie, what is our name? I always meant to claim it as my own. Come help me remember. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m not afraid of ghosts. Are you still mad at me? Don’t you recognize me? I am LuLing, your daughter.
If someone offers to take your burden, you need to know he is serious, not just being polite and kind. Polite and kind do not last.
What was worse, we asked among ourselves, to sit and wait for our own deaths with proper somber faces? Or to choose our own happiness?
Why did I need to see someone else’s bad luck? To feel glad it was not mine? To scare myself into thinking it still might be?
I was returning with myself whole and unbroken – limbs, mind, and spirit. I had discarded pride, that useless burden of self-importance.
If you can’t change your fate, change your attitude.
So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?
Ying-ying, you have tiger eyes. They gather fire in the day. At night they shine golden.
How do I create something out of nothing? And how do I create my own life? I think it is by questioning, and saying to myself that there are no absolute truths.