Sang Yi Quotes

Rather than working and becoming a socially responsible person, rather than listening to my wife's lectures, I wanted to be as idle as the idlest animal on earth. I wanted to cast off as much as possible the meaningless mask of humanity. I was shy of human society. I was shy of life. Everything was strange and unfamiliar to me.

A red ink is spilled from an imitation heart. In my dream I am late. I am sentenced to death. I am not the ruler of my dream. It is a great crime to seal up two humans who cannot even shake hands.

My face becomes a strip of skin before your face in moonlight my words of praise for you are left unsaid but like a sigh they tickle open a sliding paper door and creep into your hair smelling like camellia fields and transplant seedlings of my sorrow

Have you ever seen a stuffed genius? I am happy. At a time like this, even love is pleasant.

Wen Yifan faced him, half-leaning on the wall. In the quiet atmosphere, she didn’t know why, but she wanted to flirt with him all of a sudden. “Sang Yan, say, did my dad send you over to be good to me?” Sang Yan raised his eyelashes, admitting very quickly, “No.” “…” After two seconds. He added casually, “I came of my own will.

I regretted that I had gone out. I wanted a long, sound sleep, forgetting all this fatigue. I wanted a good, long sleep.

I, for one, always felt like this sort of words are extremely hypocritical. Even one word feels humiliating.” Sang Yan’s eyes were dark – darker than the night. “However, in this life, I’d have to say it once.” Wen Yifan earnestly stared at him. “Have you not realized it yet?” Sang Yan bent forwards slightly, closing the gap between them. The man in front of her was no different compared to all those years ago. “After all these years,” His words hammered down along with the pouring rain. Smashing against her heart. “-you’re still the only I like.

Have you ever heard of 'a genius who had been stuffed and preserved'?

This exhaustion will be my fall, but I should not try to fight it. I should overcome it. An out-of-body experience. Shoeless feet shed their legs in the vacant heaven.

Can burning organs be distinguished from a drowning cattle shed?

I regretted that I had gone out. I wanted a long, sound sleep, forgetting all this fatigue. I wanted a good, long sleep.

Every day I am fated to die. When I awake from the sleep I have been sleeping - how long ago did I begin this sleep that I sleep - a bone-painful life resumes and even though I lie down and cover myself with blankets, I witness the squandering of my youth.

Tomorrow I will try to enjoy looking at flowers all day. I will rub away my worries with an alcohol-soaked cottonball. Because my dreams have been so trou­bling, I want to dream a dream filled with blossoming flowers, a dream of gravure of primary hues, like a colorful picture book. I would like to compose a refreshing poem, in a 7-point font, for each illustration of my dreams.

I am absent in my dream. In my mirror my counterfeit does not make an entrance. He craves my loneliness despite my uselessness. I have finally made up my mind to recommend suicide to him. I point him toward the viewless window. It is a win­ dow for suicide. But he instructs me that if I do not kill myself then he cannot kill himself either. The me-inside-the-mirror is almost a phoenix.

Based on his temper, he might says: “Xiao Sang Zhi comes and meets Ge Ge, and you are wearing makeup. You especially dress up for meeting me?” Dream! On! She rather be not very pretty than letting him have a chance to be narcissistic.

La métaphore, tout d'abord, ne relie pas seulement le corps humain à l'univers dans son ensemble, mais surtout à un pays, voire à un paysage : « le corps humain est l'image d'un pays (yi-jen tche chen, yi kouo tche siang) », disent les Taoïstes du Moyen Age. Et, depuis l'époque Song, le corps humain a été représenté sous les apparences d'un paysage, avec des montagnes et des lacs, des forêts et des habitats. Paysage ou pays qui constitue aussi un royaume, avec son administration : le cœur est le prince, les autres viscères ses ministres, le sang son peuple, etc. Recherches sur le corps taoïste 1976

I am also planning a life with a woman. I am a person who has become unfamiliar with the art of love, someone who has caught a glimpse of the very summit of human intellect; in other words, a kind of mentally excitable person. What I mean is that I am planning a life which will accept only a half of this woman - which is in fact the half of everything. I will put only one foot in this life and my two halves will face each other like the two suns and giggle. All the activities of life seem unbearably dull to me and I have renounced them. Good-bye!

My soul years for something infinite as that of children frolicking on the riverbank. Tell me what it is you are craving for, where you are headed. I am impatient to know. Soaked in the smell of the greening earth I walk all day long limping between the green of sorrow and joy as if possessed by the spirit of spring. But now that the land is no more our own spring can no longer be our own.

HAN KANG was born in 1970 in South Korea. In 1993 she made her literary debut as a poet and was first published as a novelist in 1994. A participant in the International Writing Program at the University of Iowa, Han has won the Man Booker International Prize, the Yi Sang Literary Award, the Today’s Young Artist Award, and the Manhae Prize for Literature. She is currently a professor in the department of Creative Writing at the Seoul Institute of the Arts.

and then do we consider it something that constantly decays, an atom is an atom is an atom is an atom, do physiological effects mutate, an atom is not an atom is not an atom is not an atom, does radiation mean decay, that people live through an eternal eternity means that life is not living nor is it life but it is light and it is it is.