My writing is soaked with the tears of my heart, An invisible rebellion that no man can see. Let our life stories become tragic art. Oh, Mama, oh, sisters, hear me, hear me.” The.
Everything always returns to the beginning.
You have been a good mother to your children, but now you must be an even better and stronger mother. Children are hope and joy. On land, you will be a mother. In the sea, you can be a grieving widow. Your tears will be added to the oceans of salty tears that wash in great waves across our planet. This I know. If you try to live, you can live on well.
And it confused me to think that the cloven-footed ones could have so many marvelous creations.
Because inside we still carry the dreams of what could have been, of what should have been, of what we wish could still be. This doesn’t mean we aren’t content. We are content, but the romantic longings of our girlhood have never entirely left us. It’s like Yen-Yen said all those years ago: ‘I look in the mirror and I’m surprised by what I see.’ I look in the mirror and still expect to see my Shanghai-girl self- not the wife and mother I’ve become.
Every passing moment is the passing of life; every moment of life is life itself.
What husband wants a wife who thinks she’s smarter than he is?
No matter what you’re feeling or how desperate you become, always take a moral position. If you do that, God will watch over you.
Every pandemic in the history of the world has come from China.
How different it is with friendship. No one picks a friend for us; we come together by choice. We are not tied together through ceremony or the responsibility to create a son; we tie ourselves together through moments.
One day – and it only takes one moment to change your life forever –.
If you try to live, you can live on well.
The sea, it is said, is like a mother. The salt water, the pulse and surges of the current, the magnified beat of your heart, and the muffled sounds reverberating through the water together recall the womb.
To see Sow Flower’s mother eat that meat was something I’ll never forget. She had been raised to be a fine lady and, as hungry as she was, she did not tear into the food as someone in my family might. She used her chopsticks to pull apart slivers of the pork and lift them delicately to her lips. Her restraint and control taught me a lesson I have not strayed from to this day. You may be desperate, but never let anyone see you as anything less that a cultivated woman.
To us, she was like a rare bird that had escaped its cage and was roaming through a courtyard of common chickens.
All things not at peace will cry out.
It was easier for me to begin picking at Snow Flower’s faults than to feel the emotions raging inside of me.
When you lose your home country, what do you preserve and what do you abandon?
If you work hard, you will eat easy. If you work easy, you will eat hard.
You can’t learn about living unless you live. You can’t live unless you take a chance; and your living is limited by the chances you take.