Pearl S. Buck Quotes

He had other fires and these flamed higher than Love.

Love changes,” she replied. “When the flame dies, the glow remains, but it no longer centers upon one human creature and it warms the whole soul. Then the soul looks at all human creatures with love diffused.

And listening to all the things they would do if they had these things, Wang Lung heard only of how much they would eat and sleep, and of what dainties they would eat that they had never tasted,and how they would gamble in this great tea shop and in that, and what pretty women they would buy for their lust, and above all, how none would ever work again, even as they rich man behind the wall never worked.

It is sweet to be loved, but to be able to love is to possess the life force. I love you. Therefore I am strong. Whatever my age, I am sustained by my own power to love.

This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night.

Here was that question: Was life sad or happy? She did not mean her life or any one life, but life itself — was it sad or happy? If she but had the answer to that first question, Peony thought, then she would have her guide. If life could and should be happy, if to be alive itself was good, then why should she not try for everything that could be hers? But if, when all was won, life itself was sad, then she must content herself with what she had. Now this old question thrust itself before her, and she found no answer in her heart.

She rose and washed and dressed herself and braided her hair freshly, and having made her room neat for the day she went into the peach-tree garden. It lay in the silence of the spring morning. Under the early sun the dew still hung in a bright mist on the grass, and the pool in the center of the garden was brimming its stone walls. The water was clear and the fish were flashing their golden sides near the surface. The great low-built house that surrounded the garden was still in sleep. Birds twittered in the eaves undisturbed and a small Pekingese dog slept on the threshold like a small lioness.

The first peaches of spring - the first peaches! Buy, eat, purge your bowels of the poisons of winter!

Then the good land did again its healing work and the sun shone on him and healed him and the warm winds of summer wrapped him about with peace.

There was no need to hurry that future — yet the length of his own youth pressed upon him. Whatever he was to do next he wanted to begin now. But how to begin and on what?

لا داعى للخوف من صوت الرصاص ..
فالرصاصة التى تقتلك لن تسمع صوتها..!!

تستطيع أن تعرف كم عمرك ، من خلال حجم الألم الذي تشعر به حين تكون في مواجهة فكرة جديدة !
(بيرل بوك)
” You can judge your age by the amount of pain you feel when you come in contact with a new idea !

les gens se sentent seuls quand ils rêvent .

None of us is so much better or wiser than any other than he can destroy a single creature without destroying something of himself.

contempt for himself that a small piece of land should seem so important. Why, when he had poured out his silver proudly before the agent the man had scraped it up carelessly in his hands and said, “Here is enough for a few days of opium for the old lady, at any rate.” And the wide difference that still lay between him and the great house seemed suddenly impassable as the moat full of

"Now, as they were all looking at the new moth, she, too, went to look at it. It was of a creamy yellow color, like the yellow of the lemon called Buddha's Hand, and it had long black antennae. These quivered as it felt itself impaled. The wide wings fluttered and dark spots upon them showed green and gold for a moment. Then the moth was still. "How quickly they die!" Ch'iuming said suddenly."