Quotes About Connection

When she's in the sea, she's in the womb of the world.

What was the purpose of being wrapped like a present if you had no feelings for the person you were being given to?

wants to help," Clara says in her childish Jeju dialect. Young-sook watches the strangers try to assist her grandson as he loads the bags of algae onto the flatbed. Once everything is secured, she climbs behind her grandson and wraps her arms around his waist. She nudges

When they die, they keep loving. If love ends when a person dies, that is not real love.

Joy doesn't smart-tongue him. It's not because he tries to control her as a proper Chinese father should or that she's an obedient Chinese daughter. Instead, she's like a pearl in his palm - forever precious; to Joy, he's the solid ground on which she walks - forever steady and reliable.

I close my eyes. I hear the voices of the past in the wind and in the beating of my heart.

Dad was the biological vessel who helped put my soul into this body

Lying next to her, looking at her face in the moonlight, feeling the delicate weight of her small hand on my cheek, listening to her breathing deepen, I wondered how could I make her love me the way I longed to be loved.

Could love be strong enough to outlast death not once but three times?

How different it is with friendship. No one picks a friend for us; we come together by choice. We are not tied together through ceremony or the responsibility to create a son; we tie ourselves together through moments. The spark when we first meet. Laughter and tears shared. Secrets packed away to be treasured, hoarded, and protected. The wonder that someone can be so different from you and yet still understand your heart in a way no one else ever will. I remember clearly

How different it is with friendship. No one picks a friend for us; we come together by choice.

A woman who helps others helps herself.

When she is in the sea, she's in the womb of the world.

Parents die, daughters grow up and marry out, but sisters are for life. She is the only person left in the world who shares my memories of our childhood, our parents, our Shanghai, our struggles, our sorrows, and, yes, even our moments of happiness and triumph. My sister is the one person who truly knows me, as I know her. The last thing May says to me is "When our hair is white, we'll still have our sister love.

leerla, cerré los ojos y pensé: «Qué triste está Hermana

someone recommended that I watch Somewhere Between, a powerful documentary about teenage adoptees, one of whom goes to China and finds her birth mother.

Every tree has a soul.

She's grabbed onto old traditions-outdated traditions- in the same way I latch onto them now: as a means of survival, as a way to hang on to ghost memories.

My home is here with this family I've built from scraps of tragedy.

No one picks a friend for us; we come together by choice. We are not tied together through ceremony or the responsibility to create a son; we tie ourselves together through moments. The spark when we first meet. Laughter and tears shared. Secrets packed away to be treasured, hoarded, and protected. The wonder that someone can be so different from you and yet still understand your heart in a way no one

I finally meet a guy who's interesting and who seems to have a half-interest in me and it is TOTALLY the wrong time and place.

Prayer is prayer, regardless of where you are.

We froze. Neither of us moving, simply staring at each other, wondering if the other was going to move first. You are, he whispered, uncommonly stirring. He closed his eyes then, as if he had to in order to break the bond between us, then lifted me to the saddle and stared at the ground as he guided my feet into the stirrups.

People didn't fall in love with other people. They fell in love with how other people made them feel about themselves. And so, it was easy to get someone to love you—if you knew how they wanted to feel.