Hotel On The Corner Of Bitter And Sweet Quotes

The hardest choices in life aren't between what's right and what's wrong but between what's right and what's best.

I had my chance.' He said it, retiring from a lifetime of wanting. 'I had my chance, and sometimes in life, there are no second chances. You look at what you have, not what you miss, and you move forward.

He'd do what he always did, find the sweet among the bitter.

I try not to live in the past...but...sometimes the past lives in me

Hope can get you through anything.

He'd learned long ago: perfection isn't what families are all about.

Henry was learning that time apart has a way of creating distance- more than mountains and time zone separating them. Real distance, the kind that makes you ache and stop wondering. Longing so bad that it begins to hurt to care so much.

But choosing to lovingly care for her was like steering a plane into a mountain as gently as possible. The crash is imminent; it's how you spend your time on the way down that counts.

I think I get it now. It doesn't matter how nice home is--it just matters that it feels like home.

It reminded him that time was short, but that beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days.

After a lifetime of nods, frowns and stoic smiles, they were both fluent in emotional shorthand.

Like so many things Henry had wanted in life -- like his father, his marriage, his life -- it had arrived a little damaged. Imperfect. But he didn't care, this was all he'd wanted. Something to hope for, and he'd found it. It didn't matter what condition it was in.

Henry, this isn't about us. I mean it is, but they don't define you by the button you wear. They define you by what you do, by what your actions say about you. And coming here, despite your parents, says a lot to them- and me. And they're Americans first. They don't see you as the enemy. They see you as a person.

Loyalty. We're still loyal to the United States of America. Why? Because we too are Americans. We don't agree, but we will show our loyalty by our obedience.

So Henry found himself stepping off the bus three stops early and wandering over to the Panama Hotel, a place between worlds when he was a child, a place between times now that he was a grown man.

Good Morning, Henry. How's it feel to be a prisoner for a day?' Henry looked at Keiko. 'Best day of my life.' Keiko found her smile all over again.

The waitress brought a fresh pot of tea, and Marty refilled his father’s cup and poured a cup for Samantha. Henry in turn filled Marty’s. It was a tradition Henry cherished—never filling your own cup, always filling that of someone else, who would return the favor.

I am what you made me, Father.

I try not to live in the past, he thought, but who knows, sometimes the past lives in me.

From character Henry Lee in the Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet, " He'd learned long ago: perfection isn't what families are all about". Love it!

A young nurse, someone new whom he didn't recognise, came up to Henry and patted him on the arm. "Are you a friend or a family member?" She whispered the question in his ear, trying not to disturb Sheldon. The question hung there like a beautiful chord, ringing in the air. Henry was Chinese, Sheldon obviously wasn't. They looked nothing alike. Nothing at all. "I'm distant family," Henry said.

...the mechanics of dying...

It didn’t matter. He’d learned long ago: perfection isn’t what families are all about.

Henry handed the record to his old friend, who draped it across his chest. His eyes closed as if he were listening to the music play somewhere,sometime long ago.

Talking to strangers sounded like talking to no one, which Henry had some firsthand experience in- in real life. It was lonely. Almost as lonely as Lake View Cemetery, where he'd buried Ethel.

Henry looked up and down the empty avenue—no cars or trucks anywhere. No bicycles. No paperboys. No fruit sellers or fish buyers. No flower carts or noodle stands. The streets were vacant, empty—the way he felt inside. There was no one left.

The more Henry though about the shabby old knickknacks, the forgotten treasures, the more he wondered if his own broken heart might be found in there, hidden among the unclaimed possessions of another time. Boarded up in the basement of a condemned hotel. Lost, but never forgotten.

opened it.

-Kuinka kauan sinä odotat minua? -Niin kauan kuin on tarvis. En välitä siitä mitä isäni sanoo. -Entä jos joudun olemaan täällä, kunnes tulen vanhaksi ja hiukseni harmaantuvat? -Sitten tuon sinulle kävelykepin

lunch today?

People relations is hard business. Hard to keep that going.

As you play this record, I hope you'll think of the good, not the bad. Of what was, not what wasn't meant to be. Of the time we spent together, not the time we've spent apart. Most of all I hop you'll think of me...

A long sabbatical into her day-to-day care, part of the mechanics of dying. He’d done all he could. But choosing to lovingly care for her was like steering a plane into a mountain as gently as possible. The crash is imminent; it’s how you spend your time on the way down that counts.

He had a hard time fitting in. A sense of isolation left over from all those years. Not quite peer pressure. More like peer rejection.

sometimes in life, there are no second chances. You look at what you have, not what you miss, and you move forward.

His father had said once that the hardest choices in life aren’t between what’s right and what’s wrong but between what’s right and what’s best. The best thing was to let her go.

You just gave me hope, Henry." Mr. Okabe shook Henry's small hand and looked him in the eye. "And sometimes hope is enough to get you through anything.

I had my chance.” He said it, retiring from a lifetime of wanting. “I had my chance, and sometimes in life, there are no second chances. You look at what you have, not what you miss, and you move forward.

As he left the hotel, Henry looked west to where the sun was setting, burnt sienna flooding the horizon. It reminded him that time was short, but that beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days.

Henry, this isn’t about us. I mean it is, but they don’t define you by the button you wear. They define you by what you do, by what your actions say about you. And coming here, despite your parents, says a lot to them—and me. And they’re Americans first. They don’t see you as the enemy. They see you as a person.

Marty stayed busy as a chemistry major at Seattle University,

What his son, Marty, never fully understood was that deep down there was an Ethel-shaped hole in Henry's life, and without her, all he felt was the draft of loneliness, cold and sharp, the years slipping away like blood from a wound that never heals.

That was the true key to success in life, Henry though--consistency.

. . .I think a lot of people just don't want to go back. Sometimes that's the best thing to do--to live in the present.

the conversations came as waves, back and forth, tidal shores of separate oceans.

Father believed in a government of the people, but was weary of who those people were.

I try not to live in the past, he thought, but who knows, sometimes the past lives in me. He

Father believed in a government of the people but was wary of who those people were.

...the hardest choices in life aren't between what's right and what's wrong but between what's right and what's best.

Everything, it seemed-the city, the sky-was brighter and more vivid than before. So modern, compared with the time capsule downstairs. As he left the hotel, Henry looked west to where the sun was setting, burnt sienna flooding the horizon. It reminded him that time was short, but the beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days.

It's an ume tree's, he said, slowly pronouncing it 'ooh-may.' Its flowers bloom even during the harshest weather- even in coldest winter.

Es cenšos nedzīvot pagātnē, taču, dažreiz pagātne vienkārši dzīvo manī.

Es cenšos nedzīvot pagātnē, taču dažreiz pagātne vienkārši dzīvo manī.

His father looked up at him, his mind straining to force his disobedient body into activity. Each movement of his mouth took incredible effort. Just breathing in and out enough to generate sound appeared nearly impossible. Still, his fingers gripped Henry's so slightly it was almost imperceptible And a single phrase slipped out. "Saang jan." It meant "stranger". As in "You are a stranger to me.

You don't have to, Henry. In here, I think my dream is big enough for the both of us.

The last time someone had laid out a suit and a pair of dress shoes with a ticket purchased for a faraway place, Henry had refused to go. This time, Henry refused to stay.

You can’t take credit for stuff that goes back to before you were even born. You understand me?

Prisoners being allowed outside, only to return freely. But that was where their families were, and besides, where else

Feelings can only be hidden for so long from those who pay attention.

Obedience as a sign of loyalty, as an expression of honor, even as an act of love, was a well-worn theme in his household

I had my chance, and sometimes in life, there are no second chances. You look at what you have, not what you miss, and you move forward.

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But choosing to lovingly care for her was like steering a plane into a mountain as gently as possible. The crash is imminent; it’s how you spend your time on the way down that counts. He

had my chance, and sometimes in life, there are no second chances. You look at what you have, not what you miss, and you move forward.

The crowd had parted. No one appeared to care that a white kid was beating the snot out of a little Chinese boy. No one but Sheldon—who’d seen him and pulled the larger boy off him.

You'd think grown-ups would act different,' Henry finished her sentence, knowing from his own experience that sometimes grown-ups could be worse. Much worse.

At least we were together.' 'At most you were together -- and that's a beautiful thing.

Some things just can't be put back together. Some things can never be fixed. Two broken pieces can't make a lot of anything anymore. But at least he had the broken pieces.

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The sum of Henry’s Japanese friends happened to be a number that rhymed with ‘hero’. His father wouldn’t allow it. He was a Chinese nationalist and had been quite a firebrand in his day, according to Henry’s mother. In his early teens, his father had played host to the famed revolutionary Dr. Sun Yat-sen when he visited Seattle to raise money to help the fledgling Kuomintang army fight the Manchus. First through war bonds, then he’d helped them open up an actual office. Imagine that, an office for the Chinese army, right down the street. It was there that Henry’s father kept busy raising thousands of dollars to fight the Japanese back home. His home, not mine, Henry thought.

The attack on Pearl Harbor had been terrible and unexpected, sure, but it paled when compared with the bombings of Shanghai or the sacking of Nanjing - according to his father anyway. Henry, on the other hand, couldn’t even find Nanjing on a map.

This can’t last forever, right?” “I don’t care how long. I’ll wait for you.

His father had once said that the hardest choices in life aren’t between what’s right and what’s wrong but between what’s right and what’s best.

I don’t know how to say this - I’m just looking for something, I don’t really know what it is, but I’ll know it when I see it.

His father had said once that the hardest choices in life aren’t between what’s right and what’s wrong but between what’s right and what’s best.

perfection

After a lifetime of nods, frowns, and stoic smiles, they were both fluent in emotional shorthand.

time apart has a way of creating distance – more than the mountains and time zone separating them. Real distance, the kind that makes you ache and stop wondering. Longing so bad that it begins to hurt to care so much.

But choosing to lovingly care for her was like steering a plane into a mountain as gently as possible. The crash is imminent; it’s how you spend your time on the way down that counts.

The crash is imminent; it’s how you spend your time on the way down that counts.