Quotes About Love

You have the kindest father in the land," her mother would often remark, and Sunja had been proud of his love for them, the way a child from a rich family might have been proud of her father's numerous bags of rice and piles of gold rings.

For a woman, the man you marry will determine the quality of your life completely. A good man is a decent life, and a bad man is a cursed life

Our lives will be strange at first, but we'll ask God for his blessing—on us and the child." Sunja imagined that his prayer would act like a thick cloak to shield them.

Lately, Sunja wanted to hold babies. How wonderful it would be not to have to worry about a war or having enough food to eat, or finding shelter. Solomon and Phoebe wouldn't have to labor the way she and Kyunghee had, but could just enjoy their children.

If you love anyone, you cannot help but share his suffering.

The Lord continues to be committed to us even when we sin. He continues to love us. In some ways, the nature of his love for us resembles an enduring marriage, or how a father or mother may love a misbegotten child. Hosea was being called to be like God when he had to love a person who would have been difficult to love. We are difficult to love when

Are you dying?" she asked. "It's prostate cancer. I have very good doctors. I don't think I'll die of this. Not very soon, anyway." "You lied then." "No Sunja, we're all dying." She felt angry with him for lying, but she felt grateful, too. She had loved him, and she could not bear the thought of him being gone from this life.

It did not occur to her to argue with these kinds of well-wishes that she would've given up nearly everything if her mother could have been alive. No one wanted to see how she might be missing something, too-that if Ella were to run away, she had no mother who'd search for her.

Aunque había fracasado, ser madre era eterno; era una parte de su vida que no terminaría con su muerte.

Su hermana mayor solía decir que los hombres odiaban la compasión; en lugar de eso querían empatía y admiración, una combinación que no era fácil.

She had loved his face the way she had loved the brightness of the moon and the cold blue water of the sea.

here, and now I'm punished for my selfishness." Yoseb rested his blade in the basin. "I will not be all right if you die. Do you understand? You cannot die, my boy. Isak-ah, please don't die. How can I go on? What will I tell our parents?

You never give me any trouble," she said, feeling his five perfect fingers in hers, and she felt grateful for his sturdiness.

Hansu did not believe in nationalism, religion, or even love, but he trusted in education.

It's something holy to have people touch you when you're sick.

Yoseb was almost unrecognizable from the boy she had loved from girlhood. He had become this cynical, broken man—something she could never have predicted. So it was only at the restaurant that Kyunghee behaved like herself. Here, she teased Kim like a younger brother and giggled with Sunja while they cooked. Now, even this place would be gone.

She longed to see her sons as they were back then: their legs chubby and white, their mushroom haircuts misshapen because they could never sit still at the barber. She wished she could take back the times she had scolded her children just because she was tired. There were so many errors. If life allowed revisions, she would let them stay in their bath a little longer, read them one more story before bed, and fix them another plate of shrimp.

Now that he was gone, Sunja held on to her father's warmth and kind words like polished gems.

History has failed us, but no matter. Kyunghee would be waiting for her at home. -Pachinko

The more she got to know this man, the more she realized that the man she'd loved as a girl was an idea she'd had of him - feelings without any verification.

He would continue to suffer with love.

She had loved Hansu, and then she had loved Isak. However, what she felt for her boys, Noa and Mozasu, was more than the love she felt for the men; this love for her children felt like life and death. After Noa had gone, she felt half-dead. She could not imagine any mother feeling differently.

There wasn't a day when she didn't think of her father or hear his voice in her head.

Being a mother had taught her that this kind of emotional injustice was perhaps inevitable.