Mo Yan Quotes

Finally, she mused that human existence is as brief as the life of autumn grass, so what was there to fear from taking chances with your life?

People who are strangers to liquor are incapable of talking about literature.

Mga 3days-3weeks tapos unahan na yan mag-offline kunyari naputol connection ng internet pero naputol na yung mental and emotional connection.

Seems like "all systems go" na 'di ba? Super compatible. Gusto n'yo ang isa't-isa. Pero 'yan ang mga nakakatakot. 'Yung akala mo okay lahat, sabay 'pag sinabi mong mahal mo s'ya. *blam!* Guguho lahat.

Sabi ng nanay ko, 'yan daw totoo... di raw dapat ikahiya!" "E kung magnanakaw ka, di mo ikakahiya?" "Sabi ng nanay ko, kung ikakahiya mo... h'wag mong gagawin!

Where there's life, death is inevitable. Dying's easy; it's living that's hard. The harder it gets, the stronger the will to live. And the greater the fear of death, the greater the struggle to keep on living.

Lahat ng mga salitang yan may dating sa'yo. Sabi kasi ng isip mo.

Dahil sa pagsusulat, masasagi mo ang mga matatayog na egotismo ng ibang tao. Matatapakan mo ang mga lumpong paa ng kasalukuyang sistema. At maiistorbo mo ang siesta ng lipunang masaya na sa mga paniniwalang kinagisnan nito. Sa pagpahid ng utak mo sa papel, lahat yan babanggain mo. Kasabay ng pagbangga mo sa sariling mga takot, kamangmangan at egotismo.

A writer writes what he knows, in ways that are natural to him.

A: Oy! Oy! Oy ba't sumisingit 'yan ha?! Hoy! Mahilig ka ba sa singit? Hoy! B: Hwsht! Pabayaan mo na, tsong... Big time 'yan eh... 'Wag mo na anuhin. Nanay n'yan senador, erpat n'ya general, kapatid n'ya kongresman, kapitbahay nila meyo -- A: Pwes ako anak ng Diyos! Tatay ko Poong Maykapal at utol ko si Hesukristo!! Ano?! Ha?!

Kapag si Aga Muhlach ang nanligaw, ready o hindi ready, Re-ready yan kasi gusto siya eh.

I sometimes think that there is a link between the decline in humanity and the increase in prosperity and comfort. Property and comfort are what people seek, but the costs to character are often terrifying.

Are women really wonderful things? Maybe they are. Yes, women are wonderful things, but when all is said and done, they aren't really “things

When Communism has been realized, everyone will be a novelist.

Wind, then rain, and then the blue sky.

The act of giving voice to this spiritual suffering is, in my view, the sacred duty of the writer.

A writer should always bravely face life, risking death and mutilation in order to dethrone an emperor.

The young must not scoff at the old, for flowers don’t bloom forever

Only by recalling a dream is an insomniac sure he's slept.

Ang mga Amerikanong yan, para ding aswang! Kakaibiganin ka,ililigtas at tutulungan,pero kakainin ang lamang-loob mo, ang dugo mo at kaluluwa, ang kultura at pagkatao mo! Hanggang di mo na makilala ang sarili mo!

When people are driven nearly mad, they are imbued with superhuman strength and are capable of almost supernatural deeds.

The cliche that sea dry up and rocks rot away, but the heart never changes is nothing but a beautiful fantasy.

There are people who walk mules and people walk horses, but I never thought there were people who walk cops.

He who steals hooks is a thief. He who robs a nation is a nobleman.

A sudden cloud formation of birds was swallowed up by the moon, and he was just as suddenly penned in by four walls—the demons’ pen.

My grandmother once told me that while there is no suffering a person cannot endure, there is plenty of good fortune one can never hope to enjoy. I believe that.

Dear brother," Number Two replied, "I can eat shit, I just don't like the taste.

What a shame for a man like him to be born during peacetime. If he’d been born only a few decades earlier, he’d have worn the mantle of hero,

Always choose life. A demeaned life is better than the best death.

Kapag punuan ang jeep at nagkataon na sinungaling ang driver sa pagsasabing "Lima pa, maluwag na maluwag pa yan", merong bagong sakay na pasahero ang bigla nalang tutuwad sa harap mo, sa pag-aakalang uusog ka, upang siya'y makaupo. Napaka awkward ng feeling, habang pinagmamasdan mo siya sa ganun posisyon pero wala ka namang magawa dahil puno na nga ang upuan. Doon mo nalaman kung anong feeling ng isang arinola.

Morir es fácil; lo difícil es vivir. Y cuanto más difícil se vuelve, más fuerte es la voluntad de seguir viviendo. Y cuanto mayor es el miedo a la muerte, mayor es el esfuerzo que se hace por conservar la vida.

a bright sun darkens, a full moon wanes, a full cup overflows, and decay follows prosperity

Strong winds eventually cease, unhappy families return to peace

Heavens never seals off all the exits

A person can change the way he talks, but not the way he sneezes. A person can turn single-fold eyelids into double folds, but the greatest plastic surgeon alive cannot change the look in a man's eyes.

All kinds of mysterious phenomena exist in this world, but answers to most of them have come with advances in scientific knowledge. Love is the sole holdout-nothing can explain it. A Chinese writer by the name of Ah Cheng wrote that love is just a chemical reaction, an unconventional point of view that seemed quite fresh at the time. But if love can be controlled and initiated by means of chemistry, then novelists would be out of a job. So while he may have had his finger on the truth, I'll remain a member of the loyal opposition.

Don’t swallow a scythe if your stomach isn’t curved

The dead are noble, the living worthless.

angst is het enige dat tussen de mens en de vrijheid staat

As a child who grew up in a grassy field, enjoying little formal education, I know virtually nothing about literary theories and have had to rely solely upon my own experiences and intuitive understanding of the world to write.

Glory, causes, careers, and love mean nothing on an empty stomach. Because of food, I lost my self-respect; because of food, I suffered the humiliation of a lowly cur; and because of food I took up creative writing, with a vengeance.

Di mana ada kehidupan, di situ pasti ada kematian. Mati itu mudah ; hiduplah yang sulit. Semakin berat kehidupan yang dihadapi, semakin kuat keinginan untuk bertahan. Dan semakin besar ketakutan untuk mati, semakin besar pula perjuangan untuk terus hidup.

The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a soft rustle.

People are like stars in the Milky Way. There are millions of them. There are big, small, dead, and dying stars out there. Hindi ikaw ang nag-iisang bituin d'yan sa langit, kaya hindi sa'yo umiikot ang mundo. Puweding makinang ka ngayon, pero asahan mong parating may darating na mas makinang pa sa'yo. Malaki ang posibilidad na mawala sa'yo ang atensiyon ng iba, pero tandaan mo ang isang bagay. "Whatever happens, you're still a star. There will still be people looking at you, admiring your beauty, and wishing for great things to happen to them with your help. You can't let them down, so you have to continue shining for them. You have to show them directions. That's what stars are for.

Prosperity and comfort are what people seek, but the costs to character are often terrifying

Surrounded by progress, I feel a nagging sense of our species’ regression.

run, run, you can’t get away, the monk can run but the temple will never get away!

If an earthworm in the ground won't starve to death, then neither will we, the working class.” He

A writer's place in a nation's literary history cannot be judged by whether or not he is capable of writing a book as heavy as a brick. That must rest on his contributions to the development and enrichment of that nation's language.

There are times when everything on earth spits out the stench of human blood

In some significant aspects, heroes are born, not made. Heroic qualities flow through a person's veins like an undercurrent, ready to be translated into action.

Kaka-kompyuter mo yan.

Pag-ibig mo man ay walang mabiling mamahaling bagay, pero wagas naman ang iyong saloobin, push mo yan, yan ang true love.

Todo el mundo sabía que las balas no tienen ojos, que las bombas no son muy dadas a pedir disculpas y que los soldados son como tigres que han bajado de la montaña, tigres que no son precisamente vegetarianos.

Sa nakikita ko sa’yo, nauntog ka na at na-realize mo nang infatuated ka lang sa kanya. Alam mo kasi Jelle, kapag nagkagusto ka sa isang lalaki o kapag mahal mo ang isang lalaki, wala ang standard-standard na ‘yan.

But what sets me apart from other Chinese writers is that I neither copy the narrative techniques of foreign writers nor imitate their story lines; what I am happy to do is closely explore what is embedded in their work in order to understand their observations of life and comprehend how they view the world we live in. In my mind, by reading the works of others, a writer is actually engaging in a dialogue, maybe even a romance in which, if there is a meeting of the minds, a lifelong friendship is born; if not, an amicable parting is fine, too.

-Pero, cómo pudo Lu Wenli irse con el profesor Liu? -pregunté-. ¡Es inconcebible! -Acaso era concebible meterle la pelota en la boca de un requetazo? -replicó He Zhiwu. Indudablemente, eso formaba parte de las cosas inconcebibles, lo que demuestra que los asuntos de este mundo sufren infinitos cambios y evoluciones, que la suerte reúne a las parejas predestinadas a través de las más extrañas e imprevisibles coincidencias. No hay nada imposible.

I'd discovered that the range of beauty in breasts is wide; while one should never lightly say that a pair is ugly, one can easily say that a pair of breasts is beautiful. Hedgehogs are beautiful sometimes; so are baby pigs.

They say officials love to serve the people, so why do they treat the common folk as enemies? Heavy taxes and under-the-table levies, like ravenous beasts, force the farmers to head for the hills. The common folk have a bellyful of grievances, but they dare not let them out. For the moment they open their mouths, electric prods close them fast.

Mientras contemplaba al presidente tendido en el sarcófago de cristal, recordé la sensación de cataclismo que había tenido dos años antes al oír la noticia de su fallecimiento; el desengaño al descubrir que en el mundo no había dioses. Ni en sueños habríamos creído que el presidente Mao moriría un día, pero murió. Creíamos que si se moría el presidente Mao, sería el fin de China. Pero llevaba dos años muerto, y el país no sólo no había llegado a su fin, sino que iba mejorando paulatinamente [...]

My little donkey, if I hadn't shown up, your fate would have been sealed. Love has saved you. Is there anything else that could erase the innate fears of a donkey and send him to rescue you from certain death? No. That is the only one. With a call to arms, I, Ximen Donkey, charged down the ridge and headed straight for the wolf that was tailing my beloved. My hooves kicked up sand and dust as I raced down from my commanding position; no wolf, not even a tiger, could have avoided the spearhead aimed at it. It saw me too late to move out of the way, and I thudded into it, sending it head over heels. Then I turned around and said to my donkey, "Do not fear my dear, I am here!

Over decades that seem but a moment in time, lines of scarlet figures shuttled among the sorghum stalks to weave a vast human tapestry. They killed, they looted, and they defended their country in a valiant, stirring ballet that makes us unfilial descendants who now occupy the land pale by comparison.

How do you know Spotted Neck has a big spot on his neck?

We're already too late, so there's no need to go any faster.

You incompetent moron, can't you even handle a run-of-the-mill truck driver? If the forty thieves ever showed up, they'd probably trick you out of your balls.

Düşüncelerini her zaman göğe sal, denize daldır, olmadı dağa çıkar ama ne olursa olsun sıkma kendini.

Lo tengo clarísimo: si un hombre no puede casarse con la mujer a la que ama, tiene que buscarse una que le aporte el mayor número de ventajas posible.

Your cigarettes are basically gifts. Your salary basically stays the same. You basically don’t need a wife . . . I forget the fourth.

Los grandes canallas tienen algo de héroes y los grandes héroes tienen algo de canallas.

Para un árbol, cambiar de sitio es la muerte; para un hombre, cambiar de sitio es la vida.

No person writes to win awards.

He felt free -- fear is all that stands in the way of freedom

and the chewing and swallowing imbue me with an unadulterated sense of donkey delight.

C'è sempre un prezzo da pagare quando si amano gli altri, ma amare se stessi non costa niente. Posso amarmi come mi pare e piace. Sono padrone di me stesso e prendo le mie decisioni.

A stable, peaceful society is the training ground for humanity, just as caged animals, removed from the violent unpredictability of the wild, are influenced by the behaviour of their captors in time.

I have nothing but admiration for myself as a youngster; I was a force to be reckoned with then, a much finer specimen than I am now. As kids, we had little meat on our bones; we were sticklike figures with big rounded bellies, the skin stretched so taut it was nearly transparent — you could just about see our intestines twist and coil on the other side. Our necks were so long and thin it was a miracle they could support our heavy heads.

Walang problema sa ganyang kwento basta maintindihan natin ang mahalagang aral ni Lola Basyang. Simpleng logic lang ang kailangan. Yong bida sa TV, mabait PERO mahina kaya inaapi ng mga kontrabida, o kaya ay niloloko ng leading man, o pinapainom ng lason ng kaaway o kaya ay nagkakaroon ng amnesia. So paano mo maiiwasan ang mga 'yan? simple lang. Maging mabait ka pero maging palaban. Dahil sa totoong buhay, pwede kang maging bida na ganyan ang character mo,

-Creí que lo habrías olvidado. -Imposible-dije-. De los cincuenta en adelante, uno no tiene memoria para las cosas recientes, pero las del pasado las recuerda cada vez mejor. -A mí también me pasa-dijo ella-. Hasta sueño con las cosas de entonces.

Una società stabile e pacifica è il luogo dove gli uomini vengono educati, ugualmente può avvenire per le tigri, i leopardi e gli sciacalli che, tenuti per lungo tempo in cattività, finiscono con l'acquisire qualcosa della natura umana. Può accadere? Sì? No? Se non fossi un uomo e avessi tra le mani un pugnale, ucciderei tutti gli uomini della terra! Se quel giorno di fronte al corpo della seconda nonna ci fosse stato soltanto un soldato giapponese, forse avrebbe pensato alla madre o alla moglie e si sarebbe allontanato in silenzio. Forse.

Am I drunk?" he asked Crewcut. "You're not drunk, Boss," Crewcut replied. "How could a superior individual like you be drunk? People around here who get drunk are the dregs of society, illiterates, uncouth people. Highbrow folks, those of the 'spring snow,' cannot get drunk. You're a highbrow, therefore you cannot be drunk.

WITH THIS BOOK I respectfully invoke the heroic, aggrieved souls wandering in the boundless bright-red sorghum fields of my hometown. As your unfilial son, I am prepared to carve out my heart, marinate it in soy sauce, have it minced and placed in three bowls, and lay it out as an offering in a field of sorghum. Partake of it in good health!

During breaks out in the field, when our grumbling stomachs sent a sour taste up into our mouths, our greatest entertainment was talking among ourselves about food. We, along with some of the other field hands, would trade descriptions of delicious foods we had eaten or heard about. It was truly food for the soul. The speakers would invariably have us all drooling.

Old Du,” he said, “what would people think if you started a fight with a blind man? We all live in the same village. We win some arguments and we lose others, but it’s always a matter of someone’s bowl smashing into someone else’s plate, and that’s how it goes. Up there on Changbai Mountain, it’s no easy matter to run into a fellow villager, so you feel as if you’re with family!

Cos'è l'amore? Ognuno ha una risposta diversa a questa domanda. Questo demone ha tormentato un numero infinito di uomini valorosi e di donne virtuose e capaci. Basandomi sulle storie d'amore del nonno, sugli amori tempestosi di mio padre e sul pallido deserto delle mie esperienze, ho desunto alcune costanti valide per le tre generazioni della mia famiglia. La prima fase, quella dell'amore ardente, è fatta di dolore lacerante, dal cuore trafitto gocciola un liquido simile alla resina di pino; il sangue versato per le pene d'amore sgorga dallo stomaco, attraversa gli intestini e viene espulso dal corpo sotto forma di feci nere come la pece. La seconda fase, quella dell'amore crudele, è la fase della critica impietosa; gli innamorati adorano scorticarsi vivi sul piano fisico, psicologico, spirituale e materiale; adorano strapparsi a vicenda le vene, i muscoli, gli organi e infine il cuore nero o rosso, e gettarlo in faccia all'altro, facendo sì che i due cuori si scontrino e vadano in pezzi. La terza fase, o dell'amore di ghiaccio, è caratterizzata da lunghi silenzi. La freddezza trasforma gli amanti in ghiaccioli. E' per questo che quelli che amano veramente hanno il viso bianco come brina e una temperatura corporea di venticinque gradi. Battono i denti senza riuscire a parlare, non perché non lo vogliano ma perché hanno disimparato, e agli altri danno l'impressione di esser muti.

I was a living Buddha back then, the local stork. A floral perfume oozed from my body, bees swarmed in my wake. So did butterflies. Now, now nothing but goddamn flies …

I sometimes think that there is a link between the decline in humanity and the increase in prosperity and comfort. Prosperity and comfort are what people seek, but the costs to character are often terrifying.

Under normal circumstances, it is the power of morality that keeps the beast in us hidden beneath a pretty exterior.

Il fitto e alto sorgo risplendeva, freddo e gentile seduceva gli uomini, appassionato e tumultuoso. I venti autunnali erano freddi, forti i raggi del sole, gruppi di nuvole bianche e dense vagavano nel cielo azzurro, facendo scivolare sul sorgo le loro ombre color porpora. Per decine di anni che sembrano un giorno, file e file di persone dalla pelle rossoscura hanno fatto la spola tra i fusti del sorgo come disegnando una rete. Essi hanno ucciso, saccheggiato e difeso lealmente il Paese, muovendosi in una danza eroica e tragica che fa impallidire al confronto noi indegni discendenti e mi fa percepire chiaramente la regressione della specie che accompagna il progresso.

Il nonno dimenticò che il sole, dopo aver brillato, si oscura, che la luna divenuta piena comincia a declinare, che un recipiente pieno si capovolge e che alla prosperità segue la decadenza; e commise un grave errore nel voler organizzare un grande funerale per la nonna.

A volte penso che ci sia un rapporto tra il decadimento dell'umanità e la prosperità e il benessere in cui viviamo. La prosperità e il benessere sono obiettivi anche necessari che il genere umano persegue nella sua lotta per il progresso, ma generano profonde e temibili contraddizioni. Il genere umano sta infatti distruggendo con le proprie mani alcune delle qualità che possiede.

La nonna gli diede uno strattone e gli fece segno di inginocchiarsi. Obbedì, ma nel toccare l'erba che cresceva rigogliosa nella fossa sentì che i fili appuntiti gli pungevano il mento, turbando la serenità del suo animo. Provò freddo alle spalle, come se innumerevoli occhi di bambini morti gli stessero fissando la schiena. Udì innumerevoli bambini correre, scalciare e ridere.

Nell'ottavo mese lunare, in autunno avanzato, distese sconfinate di sorgo scintillavano come un mare di sangue.

Ecco, è proprio così, i nazionalisti sono sleali e i comunisti furbi; la Cina ha ancora bisogno di un imperatore! Da piccolo ho letto il Romanzo dei tre Regni e Sulle rive dell'acqua, e ne ho ricavato una lezione: per quanto si faccia e disfaccia, alla divisione segue l'unione, all'unione la divisione, e la nazione cade sempre nelle mani di un imperatore. Il Paese è la casa dell'imperatore e anche il suo regno, solo così si può governare al meglio. Quando governa un partito politico, tutti cercano di dire la loro: il nonno si lamenta che fa freddo, la nonna che fa caldo, e alla fine è il caos.

Sabah örümcekleri mutluluğa, akşam örümcekleri zenginliğe alamettir.

La belleza de la literatura reside en los malentendidos.

Dahil isa kang tikbalang, malaki ang pambaba mo! Alam mo bang nakamamatay 'yan para sa isang tao?! Isipin mo na lang kung ano'ng mangyayari kapag nagalit ka!

Mi tía me dijo que la profesora Yu era la madre más despreocupada que había conocido en su vida. Cuando mi tía estaba asistiendo su parto, la profesora Yu estaba leyendo un libro para preparar la clase del día siguiente. ========== Rana (Mo Yan)

%#ng-ina punasan mo nga'ng mukha ng @$%ng baklang yun. Magtataka yung media 'pag nakita nilang puro uhog ang mukha n'yan!

Examples of aggregated simple appearances occurring during concentration include: seeds (thig le), subtle attributes (mtshan ma phra mo), and light rays (od zer gyi yan lag; JP, f. 36b). These are all experienced as a consequence of visualization. Because they appear during meditation, they are classified as perceptual events, and are therefore considered to be supports to concentration training.366 Seeds (thig le) are the most common type of aggregated simple appearance used in concentration training. A seed is a highly condensed perceptual event. In its simplest absorbed (bsdu ba’i thig le) form a seed is largely undifferentiated. A seed no longer pertains to a single sense modality like a visual form, but has “condensed the six sense systems into one” (RD, p. 6). A seed is the pool of sensory information occurring prior to the occurrence of a specific perception. A seed condenses all potential phenomena of saṃsāra and nirvāṇa within it. If it were thoroughly analyzed, the practitioner would find the seed ultimately to be the essential nature (rang bzhin) of all phenomena, namely space. Yet, just as something seems to arise from nothing, specific appearances come forth from a seed.

Oh, cielo! Cielo... mi hai donato un amante, un figlio, la ricchezza e questi trenta anni di vita densa come il sorgo rosso. Cielo, me le hai donate queste cose, non puoi riprendertele, perdonami, ma lasciami andare! Cielo, pensi che io sia in colpa? Credi che se avessi diviso il cuscino con un lebbroso, e generato un mostro rognoso e purulento insozzando questo bel mondo sarei stata nel giusto? Cielo, cos'è la castità? Cos'è la giusta via? Cos'è la bontà? Cos'è il male? Non me l'hai mai detto, ho dovuto sempre sbrigarmela da sola. Amo la felicità, amo la forza, amo la bellezza, il mio corpo mi appartiene, sono padrona di me stessa, non ho paura di sbagliare, non ho paura della punizione, non ho paura di entrare nei diciotto gironi del tuo inferno. Ho fatto tutto ciò che dovevo fare e ciò che andava fatto, e non temo nulla. Ma non voglio morire, voglio vivere, voglio vedere ancora un po' di mondo. Cielo...