Quotes by Lisa See

We hug, but there are no tears. For every awful thing thats been said and done, she is my sister. 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, well still have our sister love.

I am old enough to know only too well my good and bad qualities, which were often one in the same.

If it is perfectly acceptable for a widow to disfigure herself or commit suicide to save face for her husbands family, why should a mother not be moved to extreme action by the loss of a child or children? We are their caretakers. We love them. We nurse them when they are sick. . . But no woman should live longer than her children. It is against the law of nature. If she does, why wouldnt she wish to leap from a cliff, hang from a branch, or swallow lye?

Everyone knows that part of the spirit descends to the afterworld, while part of it remains with the family, but we have a special belief about the spirit of a young woman who has died before her marriage that goes contrary to this. She comes back to prey upon other unmarried girls--not to scare them but to take them to the afterworld with her so she might have company.

I want a marriage of companions—one of shared lives and shared poems, he murmured. If we were husband and wife, we would collect books, read, and drink tea together. As I told you before, Id want you for whats in here.Again he pointed to my heart, but I felt it in a place far lower in my body.

Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.

The classics tell us that, in relationships, the one between teacher and student comes second only to the one between parent and child.

I imagined my first night alone in bed with my stranger. I conjured our future years together unhampered by worries about money or officialdom. We would enjoy the day, the night, a smile, a word, a kiss, a glance. All lovely thoughts. All pointless dreams.

How can the moon be scooped from the waters surface, or flowers be plucked from the void?

You may be desperate, but never let anyone see you as anything less than a cultivated woman.

All the time, I looked out our lattice window. I watched the birds fly by. I followed the clouds on their travels. I studied the moon as it grew larger, then shrank. So much happened outside my window that I almost forgot what was happening inside that room.

Wanting to give her the best fit I could, I sand the knowledge I had learned from Snow Flower. Everyone needs clothing-no matter how cool it is in summer or how warm it is in winter-so make clothes for others without being asked. Even if the table is plentiful, let your in-laws eat first. Work hard and remember three things: Be god to your in-laws and always show respect, be good to your husband and always weave for him, be good to your children and always be a model of decorum to them. If you do these things, your new family will treat you kindly. In that fine home, be calm of heart.

In my life, no three miles have been flat and no three days have had sun. Ive been brave in the past, but now Im beyond devastated. My grief is like dense clouds that cannot be dispersed. I cant think beyond the blackness of my clothes and heart.

You make choices that are good and sound, but the gods have other plans for you.

The Story of the Woman with Three BrothersA woman once had three brothers. They all had wives, but she was not married. Though she was virtuous and hardworking, her brothers would not offer a dowry. How unhappy she was! What could she do?Shes so miserable, she goes to the garden and hangs herself from a tree.The eldest brother walks through the garden and pretends not to see her. The second brother walks through the garden and pretends not to see that shes dead. The third brother sees her, bursts into tears, and takes her body inside.A woman once had three brothers. When she died, no one wanted to care for her body. Though she had been virtuous and hardworking, her brothers would not serve her. How cruel this was! What would happen?She is ignored in death as in life, until her body begins to stink.The eldest brother gives one piece of cloth to cover her body. The second brother gives two pieces of cloth. The third brother wraps her in as many clothes as possible so shell be warm in the afterworld.A woman once had three brothers. Now dressed for her future as a spirit, her brothers wont spend any money on a coffin. Though she was virtuous and hardworking, her brothers are stingy. How unfair this was! Would she ever find rest?All alone, all alone, she plans her haunting days.The eldest brother says, We dont need to bury her in a box. She is fine the way she is. The second brother says, We could use that old box in the shed. The third brother says, This is all the money I have. I will go and buy her a coffin.A woman once had three brothers. They have come so far, but what will happen to Sister now? Elder brother- mean in spirit; Second brother- cold in heart; but in Third brother love may come through.Elder brother says, Lets bury her here by the water buffalo road. (meaning she would be trampled for all eternity) Second brother says, Lets bury her here under the bridge. (meaning she would wash away) But third brother - good in heart, filial in all ways - says, We will bury her behind the house so everyone will remember her.

The problem with living so long is that you see too many people pass before you.

In that moment I understood that the cruelest words in the universe are if only.

Every day since waking up in the hospital Ive wanted to die, but watching that man sink below the waves, I feel something inside me rise up. A Dragon doesnt surrender. A Dragon fights fate. This is not some loud, roaring feeling. It feels more like someone blew on an ember and found a slight orang glow. I have to hang on to my life—however ruined and useless. Mamas voice comes floating to me, reciting one of her favorite sayings, There is no catastrophe except death; one cannot be poorer than a beggar. I want—need—to do something braver and finer than dying.

I have heard that you should not do bed business after too much hard work, Snow Flower told me, but I dont believe that my mother-in-law has heard that. She looked exhausted. I felt the same way after visiting my husbands home-from the nonstop labor, from being polite, and from always being watched.This is the one rule my mother-in-law doesnt respect either, I commiserated. Havent they heard an exhausted well yields no water?

the human body is a miniature version of the universe - the eyes and ears are the sun and moon, breath is air, blood is rain.