My mother didn't teach me lessons about being Chinese as strongly as she did the notion of who I was as a female.

All objects exist in a moment of time.

I saw a girl complaining that the pain of not being seen was unbearable... Now I have perfect understanding. I have already experienced the worst. After this, there is no worse possible thing.

Sure I loved him - too much. And he loved me, only not enough. I just want someone who thinks I'm number one in his life. I'm not willing to accept emotional scraps anymore.

Isn't hate merely the result of wounded love?

He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.

Those who don't heed the warnings don't live to admit they were stupid not to do so.