Cebuano Quotes

The dancer...knows it takes Ten sacred years to learn one gesture Of the wind’s caress on the skin of water. Tonight, in the shadows of our dance, I tell my soul to grow quiet, Become lake, reflect unbroken moon. On the deepest part of the lake, A solitary fisher paddles his oars. At the shore, a woman in red sarong Sings: their longing walks on water.

This paper is a crane. When its wings unfold, The paper will be pure and empty.

There is a season to this ripening, the way sap of tree rises to fulfill fruit of the topmost branch, or the motion of jasmine climbing trellises to show off a single blossom to a new moon tide. ...Yes, there is reason for this ripening. You are goldened by my tongue.

Bisag gamay, basta kanunay." (Regardless of how small, do so always.)

When Evan came over, the first thing I wanted to do was properly introduce him to George, John, Ringo, and Paul. We went into my room, and I turned on The White Album. We had to leave the door open, because my mother said I wasn’t allowed to have Evan in my room with the door closed. He sat on the floor with his back against the foot of my bed and looked at my poster of Matt Costa, but I could tell he wasn’t really-really looking at it. He was listening to my mom speak Cebuano on the phone with Lita. I couldn’t understand everything she was saying, but it sounded like she was asking her to bring something sweet for dessert.