Ha Jin Quotes

The more you move, the stronger you'll grow, not like a tree that can be killed if you uproot it.

Life is a journey, and you can't carry everything with you. Only the usable baggage.

You strive to have a good heart. But what is a heart? Just a chunk of flesh that a dog can eat.

Once you've done it with him, he won't abandon you. If he really loves you, if he's a man with a heart, he'll follow you wherever you go. If he doesn't, he isn't the man you want, is he?

I work hard, I work very hard. All the books at least 30 revisions.

Writing is not a great profession as a lot of writers proclaim. I write because this is something I can do. Another thing—very often I think a lot of writers write because they have failed to do other things. How many writers can’t drive? A lot. They’re not practical. They are not capable in everyday life.

You said, ‘Life is a tragedy, but its meaning lies in how we face the tragedy.

Indifference is the strongest contempt.

Ha Jin writes: 'Some great men and women are fortified and redeemed through their suffering, and they even seek sadness instead of happiness, just as Van Gogh asserted, 'Sorrow is better than joy,' and Balzac declared, 'Suffering is one's teacher.' But these dicta are suitable only for extraordinary souls, for the select few. For ordinary people like us, too much suffering can only make us meaner, crazier, pettier, and more wretched

No, It's hard to uproot yourself and really become yourself in another soil, but it's also an opportunity, another kind of growth.

Well, I guess life’s a bitch and then you die -Totally Captivated

We ate away, reminiscing about our victories over the enemies from different streets and villages and competing with each other in casting curses. A few golden butterflies and dragonflies were fluttering around us. The afternoon air was warm and clean, and the town below us seemed like a green harbor full of white sails.

Buddha’s words are everywhere, in every sound of the universe.

But most good writers are Don Quixote at heart, and unreasonableness is often a condition of art.

床前明月光 疑是地上霜 举头望明月 低头思故乡 《静夜思》 Moonlight spreads before my bed. I wonder if it’s hoarfrost on the ground. I raise my head to watch the moon And lowering it, I think of home. “REFLECTION IN A QUIET

To witness is to make the truth known, but we must remember that most victims have no voice of their own, and that in bearing witness to their stories we must not appropriate them.

Without answering, he pulled the comforter over his head. If only he could sleep a few days in a row. He felt sorry for himself and sick of everything.

Liya’s letter threw her parents

I would even argue that, for many displaced people, nostalgia is also blended with fear - the fear of uncertainty and of facing the challenges posed by the larger world and the fear of the absence of the clarity and confidence provided by the past. In essence, nostalgia is associated mostly with the experience of a particular type of migrants, namely, exiles.

Why do people have to live like animals, eating and reproducing, possessed by the instinct for survival? What point is there in having a dozen sons if your own life is miserable and senseless?

Where should he go? He wanted to find a building out of which he could jump and kill himself. How about the temple? No, it only had two stories. Too low. How about the elementary school? No, his ghost might frighten the children if he died there, and people would condemn him.

He sat down in a corner and ordered half a pound of dumplings, which came in a white bowl with a blue rim. While he was eating, his memory was further revived and sharpened by the familiar taste of the stuffing, made of pork, leeks, cabbage, dried shrimp, ginger, sesame oil. Every bit of the memory became unmistakable now.

8And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9And an angel of the Lord  xappeared to them, and  ythe glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with great fear. 10And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all  zthe people. 11For  aunto you is born this day in  bthe city of David  ca Savior, who is  dChrist  ethe Lord. 12And  fthis will be a sign for you: you will find a baby  gwrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” 13And suddenly there was with the angel  ha multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying, 14  i“Glory to God  jin the highest, jand on earth  kpeace  lamong those with whom he is pleased!” [4]

Let me tell you what really happened, the voice said. All those years you waited torpidly, like a sleepwalker, pulled and pushed about by others' opinions, by external pressure, by your illusions, by the official rules you internalized. You were misled by your own frustration and passivity, believing that what you were not allowed to have was what your heart was destined to embrace.

It dawned on him that he had never loved a woman wholeheartedly and that he had always been the loved one. This must have been the reason why he knew so little about love and women. In other words, emotionally he hadn't grown up. His instinct and ability to love passionately had withered away before they had had an opportunity to blossom. If only he had fallen in love soulfully just once in his life, even though it might have broken his heart, paralyzed his mind, made him live in a daze, bathed his face in tears, and frowned him in despair!

summed up his principle of poetic composition this way: “Lotus flowers come out of limpid water, / Natural without any decoration.

Adesso sono ai tuoi piedi, niente più ardore nel mio cuore, le ali spezzate, la bocca che schiuma un rimpianto parole troppo confuse per avere un senso. Questo voglio dirti: "Amore, sono tornato a casa

. But the Internet has spoiled everything—my family is able to get hold of me whenever they like. They might as well live nearby.

Sometimes Lin thought about the twenty years before this marriage. The peaceful time seemed as remote as if it had belonged to another man’s life. He couldn’t help imagining what this home would have been like if Manna and he had gotten married fifteen years earlier. At that time she had been such a pleasant woman that he had always believed he would be a happy man once he married her. But now she was so different and rather boring. He realized how suffering had changed her. Once in a while he was bewildered by a strange emotion that would shoot a tingling pain to his temples. It made him wonder whether he cared for this married life, which was so tedious, so chaotic, and so exhausting

he loved wholeheartedly—no, there had not been such a woman in his life and that emotion had been alien to him. Yet one thing he was certain about now: between love and peace of mind he would choose the latter. He would prefer a peaceful home. What was better than a place where you could sit down comfortably, read a book, and have a good meal and an unbroken sleep? Deep in his heart he knew this was merely wishful thinking, because soon he would have to return to Manna and their babies in the other home. He closed his eyes. What a mess he had made of his life and the lives of others!

His heart began aching. It dawned on him that he had never loved a woman wholeheartedly and that he had always been the loved one. This must have been the reason why he knew so little about love and women. In other words, emotionally he hadn’t grown up. His instinct and ability to love passionately had withered away before they had had an opportunity to blossom. If only he had fallen in love soulfully just once in his life, even though it might have broken his heart, paralyzed his mind, made him live in a daze, bathed his face in tears, and drowned him in despair!

To be honest, Lin, I don’t think the divorce is that hard, but you’ve made it hard for yourself.” Lin sighed again. “I really don’t know what to do.” “You’ve been shilly-shallying and made yourself miserable. I’ve handled hundreds of men for many years. I know your type. You’re always afraid that people will call you a bad man. You strive to have a good heart. But what is a heart? Just a chunk of flesh that a dog can eat. Your problem originates in your own character, and you must first change yourself.

these days I’m thinking of giving you a son. Hua’s going to be big soon, and she can help me. Don’t you want a son?” For a moment he remained silent. Then he said, “No, I don’t need a son. Hua’s good enough for me. My brother has three sons. Let them carry on the family line. It’s a feudal idea anyway.” “Don’t you think of our old age? When we’re old and can’t move about and work the fields, we’ll need a son to help us. You’re always away, this home needs a man.” “We are not old yet. Besides, Hua will help us when she grows up. Don’t worry.” “A girl isn’t a reliable thing. She belongs to someone else after she’s married.” He said no more, amazed by a sudden realization that if she were Manna, he might embrace and kiss her, calling her “Little Treasure” or “Sugar Ball,” but he did not know what to do with Shuyu, whom he had kissed only in the darkness a long time ago. Now any intimacy with her would be unnatural. She stood up and walked away, her shoulders drooping more.

Her words made him realize that his wife must have been lonely when he was away. He hadn’t thought she had her own ideas and feelings. More worrisome, she never doubted that they would stay together for the rest of their lives. What a simple-hearted woman! This realization distressed him and foiled his first attempt at a divorce.

He remembered the saying “Raise a son for your old years.” He reasoned, Even though a boy is believed superior to a girl, his life may not be easy either. He will have to become a provider for his parents when he grows up. Selfish. How often parents have sons so that they can exploit them in the future. They prefer boys to girls mainly because sons will provide more, are worth more as capital.

Minmin,

planned to come to DC next spring to pay my respects to your parents, but I will not be able to do that anymore. When you go visit them in the cemetery next time, please take along two bouquets, of white chrysanthemums or roses, on behalf of me and Sonya.

Love did not help. The possibility of love only filled him with despondency and languor, as though he was sick in the soul. If only he had never known Manna; if only ehe could get back into his old rut again; if only he could return to an undisturbed, contented life.

Can you show how you missed me?" The baby placed both hands on her stomach, saying "Miss you here.

In short, he must be loyal only to his art.

A good marriage was full of moments of cats and dogs. It was the uneventful marriage that was headed toward disaster. In a word, the differences between the husband and the wife should only help stabilize their marriage.

At home you could depend on your parents, but in America you are on your own and should make as many friends as you can . . . You don't know who may hold out a helpful hand in your hour of need.

For three days her father,

In the beginning, his holding could calm the babies, but soon they wanted more motion and wouldn't allow their father to sit down, so Lin had to pace back and forth to stop them from crying......At times he was so miserable that he felt like crying together with his sons, but he controlled himself.

In the depths of my being I have never been one of them. I have just written what I experienced.

orotund

palavering

Petrarch’s

Rusların niçin bu kadar kalın kitaplar yazdıklarını anlayamıyorum. Herhalde çok zamanları var.

Edebiyat üzerine çalışacak insan ruhen aristokrat olmalı. Bizim gibilerin çoğu, ömrü boyunca kıt kanaat yaşar, durum öyledir ama ruhumuz zengindir, Don Kişot'luk bizim içimizdedir.

İnsan birine, hele karısına, bir kere giydikten sonra çıkarıp atacağı bir palto gibi davranamaz.

- Ha badarságot írsz, és kiválónak tartod, akkor tehetségtelen vagy, Vej Jin. Ha észreveszed, hogy rossz, akkor van benned tehetség. Ebből látszik, szerzetes. Ha félted a jó híredet, legjobb, ha nem írsz semmit. Bírd ki életed végéig írás nélkül, és akkor jó író maradsz. Ez a legnagyobb esély, Vej Jin! Ragadd meg!

relationship. Anyone who resented us being together could tattle on us. The world is never lacking in defenders of morality

Indifference is the strongest contempt

To witness is to make the truth known, but we must remember that most victims have no voice of their own, and that in bearing witness to their stories we must not appropriate them