I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.— Amy Tan
The most grateful Amy Tan quotes that are glad to read
If you can't change your fate, change your attitude.
So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?
I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.
I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."
Writing is an extreme privilege but it's also a gift.
It's a gift to yourself and it's a gift of giving a story to someone.
Who knows where inspiration comes from.
Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.
No two languages are ever sufficiently similar to be considered as representing the same social reality. The worlds in which different societies live are distinct worlds, not merely the same world with different labels attached.
From what I have observed, when the anesthesia of love wears off, there is always the pain of consequences. You don't have to be stupid to marry the wrong man.
Words to me were magic. You could say a word and it could conjure up all kinds of images or feelings or a chilly sensation or whatever. It was amazing to me that words had this power.
Fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention.
I was intelligent enough to make up my own mind.
I not only had freedom of choice, I had freedom of expression.
And I think now that fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention.
But somehow, when you lose something you love, faith takes over. -Rose
Memory feeds imagination.
Chaos is the penance for leisure.
Shanghainese people are good negotiators, they're very persistent, and you grow up in an atmosphere like that - very competitive. That becomes part of your personality, Shanghai personality becomes part of yours.
With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.
I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.
That is the nature of endings, it seems.
They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.
How do I create something out of nothing? And how do I create my own life? I think it is by questioning, and saying to myself that there are no absolute truths.
I was punched breathless by the strongest emotions I have ever felt and they are now stored in my intuition as a writer.
It's a luxury being a writer, because all you ever think about is life.
I wanted to write stories for myself.
At first it was purely an aesthetic thing about craft. I just wanted to become good at the art of something. And writing was very private.
We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate.
I am fascinated by language in daily life: the way it can evoke an emotion, a visual image, a complex idea, or a simple truth.
The muse appears at the point in my writing when I sense a subtle shift, a nudge to move over, and everything cracks open, the writing is freed, the lanuage is full, resources are plentiful, ideas pour forth, and to be frank, some of these ideas surprise me. It seems as thought the universe is my friend and is helping me write, its hand over mine.
I also thought of playing improvisational jazz and I did take lessons for a while. At first I tried to write fiction by making up things that were completely alien to my life.
I love my daughter. She and I have shared my body. There is a part of her mind that is a part of mine. But when she was born, she sprang from me like a slippery fish, and has been swimming away ever since.
That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.
Then she told me why a tiger is gold and black.
It has two ways. The gold side leaps with its fierce heart. The black side stands still with cunning, hiding its gold between the trees, seeing and not being seen, waiting patiently for things to come. I did not learn to use my black side until after the bad man left me.
My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes.
She sees those who have died and now dwell in the world of Yin, ghosts who leave the mists just to visit her kitchen on Balboa Street in San Francisco.
You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.
I wanted my children to have the best combination: American circumstances and Chinese character. How could I know these things do not mix?
It's both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.
God, life changes faster than you think.
Words are more ardent if a man must struggle to find them.
You don't care what people think. You don't see your beloved's faults, the slight stinginess, the bit of carelessness, the occasional streak of meanness. You don't mind that he is beneath you socially, educationally, financially, and morally--that's the worst, I think, deficient morals. (Saving Fish From Drowning)
Mothers have the huge influence, and I feel like they're always teaching us from the day we're born what to be afraid of, what to be cautious of, what we should like and what we should look like. Then we spend half of our life trying to be not like them, and then we reach another part of our lives where we see these things we can't get rid of.
People think it's a terrible tragedy when somebody has Alzheimer's.
But in my mother's case, it's different. My mother has been unhappy all her life. For the first time in her life, she's happy.
That was a wonderful period in my life.
I mean, I didn't become an artist, but somebody let me do something I loved. What a luxury, to do something you love to do.
Whenever I'm with my mother, I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines.
too much happiness always overflowed into tears of sorrow.
Only you pick that crab. Nobody else take it. I already know this. Everyone else want best quality. You thinking different.
Why do you have to use me to show off? If you want to show off, then why don't you learn to play chess." - Ch. 5
In America nobody says you have to keep the circumstances somebody else gives you.
The forbidden things were a great influence on my life.
I was forbidden from reading A Catcher in the Rye.
There are a lot of people who think that's what's needed to be successful is always being right, always being careful, always picking the right path.
I began to look at all events and all things as relevant, an opportunity to take or avoid.
For woman is yin, the darkness within, where untempered passions lie.
And man is yang, bright truth lighting our minds.
I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.