- The pond brimmed full of lotuses, the marsh rippled with water lilies and hyacinths, and the rice paddies burgeoned with knee-high stalks as supple as a baby's hair.
- The sky wore a pinkish veil, borrowing the hue of the lotuses unfolding below.
- Ephemeral. Nothing lasts. Not sadness, not pain.
- Above us the sky stretched high, blooming with thick white clouds, like a wide blue sea cradling floating gardenias.
- She had reinvented herself as a city woman - vivacious, fiercely independent, and possessing a zest for life.
- The metropolitan landscape of this city of my childhood is what I cling to the most, because it remains static and unchanging, filling me with nostalgia when I visit home, unlike the family and friends I left there, who have grown and changed in ways that surprise and sadden me; we are no longer the people we used to be to one another, and we can never go back to the ease and familiarity we shared. Life has happened, to us all.
- In our selective arranging of memory, we may find ourselves leaning more toward light and lightheartedness. A yearning for happiness, for tenderness. An attempt to displace heartache and pain.
- And he longed for the years he'd lost and the lifetime that she'd forgotten.
- May you never forget that love you deserve, and may you always get it.
- The city glides, like cities seen from the air, Mere smoke and sparkle to the passenger Having in mind another destination
- Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.
- Our younger selves think in terms of a beginning, middle, and some kind of resolution. But somewhere along the way - perhaps in that middle - we realise that everyone lives with things that may not get worked out. That the middle has to be the resolution, and how we make meaning of it becomes our task.
sep 12 2017 ∞
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