Now you see,? said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, ’why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else’s joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.
I think now that fate is half shaped by expectation, half by inattention. But somehow, when you lose something you love, faith takes over. You have to pay attention to what you lost. You have to undo the expectation.
What is the past but what we choose to remember?
When you lose your face... , it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.
Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else’s joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.
Seeing her this last time, I threw myself on her body. And she opened her eyes slowly. I was not scared. I knew she could see me and what she had finally done. So i shut her eyes with my fingers and told her with my heart: I cah see the truth, too. I am strong, too.
But later that day, the streets of Kweilin were strewn with newspapers reporting great Kuomintang victories, and on top of these papers, like fresh fish from a butcher, lay rows of people – men, women and children who had never lost hope, but had lost their lives instead.
When you touch a man’s nostalgia, he is yours.
It isn’t that i consider them brave, they are reckless, unpredictable, maddeningly unreliable. But like rogue waves and shooting stars, they also add thrills to a life that otherwise would be as regular as the tide, as routine as day passing into night.