So this is what I will do. I will gather together my past and look. I will see a thing that has already happened. the pain that cut my spirit loose. I will hold that pain in my hand until it becomes h...
Hardships can harden even the best person.
Auntie Yang is not hard of hearing. She is hard of listening.
Our uniqueness makes us special, makes perception valuable - but it can also make us lonely. This loneliness is different from being 'alone': You can be lonely even surrounded by people. The feeling I...
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Writing what you wished was the most dangerous form of wishful thinking.
Why would any writer in her right mind ever consider making a movie instead? That's like going from being a monk or a nun to serving as a camp counselor for hundreds of problem children.
Too many good things all seem the same after a while.
My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes.
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...
I know how it is to live your life like a dream. To listen and watch, to wake up and try to understand what has already happened. You do not need a psychiatrist to do this. A psychiatrist does not wan...
I hated the tests the raised hopes and failed expectations.- Two Kinds
How can I argue with someone who makes no sense?
Forget about love. You will receive that many times, but none of it is lasting.
Even when I worked in that world, I still wanted love so strong that the man would have no interest in another woman. Maybe you will always be incapable of giving that kind of love. You tell me I want...
I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.
Yesterday my daughter said to me, 'My marriage is falling apart.' And now all she can do is watch it falling.
To keep false hopes is to prolong misery.
The moment is altered as soon as I try to capture it, so for me, it’s impossible. How true, I thought. Moments are gone as soon as you think about them.
It was a distorted form of inverse logic: If hopes never come true, then hope for what you don't want.