Amy Tan Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Amy Tan
Amy Tan Famous Quotes & Sayings
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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?
We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that's like saying you can never change your fate.
I now lived in an invisible place made of my own dwindling breath, and because no one else could see it, they could not yank me out of it.
I am an American, steeped in American values. But I know on an emotional level what it means to be of the Chinese culture.
Yesterday my daughter said to me, 'My marriage is falling apart.'
And now all she can do is watch it falling.
And now all she can do is watch it falling.
We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable.
-Suyuan
-Suyuan
But I don't have anything left inside of me to figure out where I fit in or what I want. If I want anything, it's to know what's possible to want.
When you already believe something, how can you suddenly stop? When you are a loyal friend, how can you no longer be one?
You can't stay in the dark for too long. Something inside you starts to fade, and you become like a starving person, crazy-hungry for light.
I wanted my children to have the best combination: American circumstances and Chinese character. How could I know these things do not mix?
The Doppler Effect of Communication": There is always distortion between what a speaker says and what a listener wants it to mean. "The
My mother didn't teach me lessons about being Chinese as strongly as she did the notion of who I was as a female.
And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.
You should think about your character. Know where you are changing, how you will be changed, what cannot be changed back again.
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.
And all that talk about the breakup being good for us- who am I trying to fool? I'm cut loose, untethered, not belonging to anything or anybody.
In the years that followed, I failed her so many times, each time asserting my own will, my right to fall short of expectations.
Our meeting each other could not possibly be as random as two leaves from two trees being blown together.
We translated each other's meanings and I seemed to hear less than what was said, while my mother heard more.
I would still like to have that luxury, to be able to just sit and draw for hours and hours and hours. In a way, that's what I do as a writer.
Everyone must dream. We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that's like saying you can never change your fate. Isn't that true?
People there only dream that it is China, because if you are Chinese you can never let go of China in your mind.
I'm not saying fate happens without blame. but when fate turns out well, everyone should forget the bad road that got us here.
I think we often write because we feel a loneliness, and people read for the same reason, and then they come away feeling a little less lonely.
But it was the love of a ghost. Arms that encircled but did not touch. A bowl full of rice but without my appetite to eat it. No hunger. No fullness.
I was intelligent enough to make up my own mind. I not only had freedom of choice, I had freedom of expression.
But how can anyone truly understand another's suffering unless he has felt the wound being made and the moment trust died?
We listened patiently to Lester, words skittering out of his mouth like cartoon dogs on fresh-waxed linoleum, frantically going nowhere.
Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?
I like to go somewhere where I learn something I didn't know before, like the Dry Tortugas between Florida and Cuba.
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?
Only you pick that crab. Nobody else take it. I already know this. Everyone else want best quality. You thinking different.
I was returning with myself whole and unbroken - limbs, mind, and spirit. I had discarded pride, that useless burden of self-importance
Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?
But I will win and give her my spirit, because this is the way a mother loves her daughter.
-Ying Ying
-Ying Ying