Nothing in life is as good as the marriage of true minds between man and woman. As good? It is life itself.
A good marriage is one which allows for change and growth in the individuals and in the way they express their love.
Rulers anywhere are always the first to fly, and the people must stay behind to be steadfast. And the noise of the battle grew more strong, hour by hour.
We must have this rule, for there are those whose hearts are so hard that they will come and buy this rice that is given for the poor--for a penny will not feed any man like this--and they will carry...
Then Wang Lung turned to the woman and looked at her for the first time. She had a square, honest face, a short, broad nose with large black nostrils, and her mouth was wide as a gash in her face. Her...
The truth is I cannot hate wholly enough to kill a man. I always know how he feels, too.
The gift he had been given was sometimes heavy to bear, the ability always to understand why the other person was as he was. Wounded, yes, but never angry, and there were times when he longed to feel...
The first peaches of spring - the first peaches! Buy, eat, purge your bowels of the poisons of winter!
The best thing in the world for each of us is that which we can best do, because it gives us the feeling of being useful. That’s happiness.
Long ago she had learned that to seem to yield is always stronger than to show resistance, and to acknowledge a fault quickly is always to show an invincible rectitude.
If you would only stop thinking, you would be much happier.
Hunger makes thief of any man.
Happiness was waiting to be chosen.
Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.
As for New York City, it is a place apart. There is not its match in any other country in the world.
We must learn to live with danger, " he now said to Kino. "Do you mean the ocean and the volcano cannot hurt us if we are not afraid?" Kino asked. "No," his father replied. "I did not say that. Ocean...
Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.
Steadily for a few minutes because Leah was so beautiful. She looked at herself in the mirror on her dressing table, and it seemed to her that all
To belong to one was to deny himself the privilege of belonging to all.
They were young no more, their passion spent unused, but the memory of love remained eternal. Indeed, her mellowed heart was more tender now than ever toward him and there was nothing left that she co...