#vuong

[bookmuseum]

“The superpower of being young is that you’re closest to being nothing — which is also the same as being very old. ”

—Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness (2025)

[puddle-books]

"i miss you more than i remember you."

on earth we're briefly gorgeous - ocean vuong

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Hokusai Katsushika - Bullfinch and Weeping Cherry Blossoms 1834, Japan

[Guillaume Gris]

“A flower is seen only toward the end of its life, just-bloomed and already on its way to being brown paper. And maybe all names are illusions. How often do we name something after its briefest form? Rose bush, rain,” ― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

[xibalbaa]

I promise you, I was here. I felt things that made death so large it was indistinguishable from air- and I went on destroying inside it like wind in a storm.

Vuong Ocean. (2022). Time is a mother. Penguin Press.

[sensessences]

Maybe we look into mirrors not merely to seek beauty, regardless how illusive, but to make sure, despite the facts, that we're still here. That the hunted body we move in has not yet been annihilated, scraped out. To see yourself still yourself is a refuge men who have not been denied cannot know.

Ocean Vuong on On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (2019, Penguin Press).

[onequoteperday]

Too much joy, I swear, is lost in our desperation to keep it.

Ocean Vuong

[take-me-where-the-poets-went]

They say addiction might be linked to bipolar disorder. It’s the chemicals in our brains, they say. I got the wrong chemicals, Ma. Or, rather, I don’t get enough of one or the other. They have a pill for it. They have an industry. They make millions. Did you know people get rich off of sadness? I want to meet the millionaire of American sadness. I want to look him in the eye, shake his hand, and say, «It’s been an honor to serve my country.»

-Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

[confusedthinker-noeul]

Ocean Vuong - On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

Ocean Vuong – On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

What do you call a book that flows like a river from beginning to end, what do you call one that is painfully beautiful that your heart bleeds everytime you read the word, ‘Ma’ ? ” I don’t know if you’re happy, Ma. I never asked.” “Ma, you once told me that memory is a choice. But if you were god, you’d know it’s a flood.” But my doubt is everywhere, Ma. Ma…. At times, this book feels like a…

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