Quotes from Pearl S. Buck

Come possono quei rozzi stampi che sono le parole contenere l'essenza e lo spirito dell'amore?

I have come to believe that the natural human heart is good, and I have observed that this goodness is found in all varieties of people, and that it can and does prevail in spite of other corruptions. This human goodness alone provides hope enough for the world.

Rennie was off again to go with his friends to a motion picture.

It is but another war somewhere. Who knows what all this fighting to and fro is about? But so it has been since I was a lad and so will it be after I am dead and well I know it.

I do not say this is a decree," she wrote, her beautiful writing brushing the page with firm yet delicate strokes. "Let it be greeting and invitation, a hope that we may meet again with quiet hearts and wise minds. Come, then, before the ceremonies for my sixtieth birthday. Let us spend an hour together before we mingle with the Court.

They stood, eyes meeting eyes, yet neither took the next step toward the other. "When I know what reward is great enough," she said, "then I will give it to you." "Because you live I am rewarded," he replied.

Yes, but there was the land. Money and food are eaten and gone, and if there is not sun and rain in proportion, there is again hunger.

Crime begins in poverty; poverty in insufficiency of food; insufficiency in neglect of tilling of the soil. Without such tilling, man has no tie to bind him to the soil. Without such a tie he readily leaves his birthplace and his home. Then he is like the birds of the air or the beasts of the field. Neither battlemented cities nor deep moats, nor harsh laws, nor cruel punishments, can subdue this roving spirit that is strong within him.

want to go where my children never hear that a man's color dooms him and that because a woman is black, she is not a woman but a female.

The truth is I cannot hate wholly enough to kill a man. I always know how he feels, too.

The country she had taken for granted as her own, where she had been born, whose language alone she spoke, had rejected her and despised her.

Pakdusan, Mount of Eternal Snow

Children do divide a woman, in an odd sort of way.

THE GARDEN WAS QUIET. Beyond its walls no echo of footsteps could be heard above the soft incessant splash of the waterfall. The silence was planned, as everything in the garden was planned, though all seemed nature itself.

Mi señor, ¿has visto el amanecer esta mañana? Se hubiera dicho que la tierra saltaba al encuentro del sol. Al principio, todo era oscuridad; luego surgió la luz como una nota musical. Mi señor, yo soy tu pobre tierra, que espera.

There in that land of mine is buried the first good half of my life and more. It is as though half of me were buried there, and now it is a different life in my house.

But the boy only muttered bitterly, You do not understand—you are too old—you understand nothing.

by some 220 years Gutenberg's lead-cast printing type in Germany in 1450.

Buddhist sutra, the Tripitaka.

This monumental work, Taijang-Kyung, is now preserved in eternity in the Hal-in-sa Temple, Mount Kaya, in the province

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under the decree and guidance of the great King Sejong.

wept in the way that women do when their hearts are too full with sorrow of their life and spilled and running over and they care no more except they must be eased somehow because all of life is too heavy for them.

If you would only stop thinking, you would be much happier.