Dec 17, 2022
Memory is a forest; it turns with the seasons. It swells in summer, dries up in fall, dies in winter, and sprouts furiously again in spring.
Weina Dai Randel, in The Last Rose of Shanghai.
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Memory is a forest; it turns with the seasons. It swells in summer, dries up in fall, dies in winter, and sprouts furiously again in spring.
Weina Dai Randel, in The Last Rose of Shanghai.
books i've read in 2019 » The Moon in the Palace by Weina Dai Randel
I knew now: love and destiny were two wild horses that could not be curbed. They galloped in different directions and ran down different paths where streams of desire and hope would not converge. To follow one was to betray the other. To make one happy was to break the other's heart. Yet I supposed that was part of life, a lesson we had to learn. To grow up was also to give up, and to build the future was to dissolve the past. The only thing we could do was hope for the best, to believe that the horse we chose would find us a safe destination.
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The night garden felt like a home, with the glittering sky for the ceiling, the bushes our rug, and the dilapidated pavilion our bed. He lit up the place like a heart-warming hearth fire. He was the walls of my sanctuary, the food for my eyes, the scent of a home. He was everything.
Weina Dai Randel
The night garden felt like a home, with the glittering sky for the ceiling, the bushes our rug, and the dilapidated pavilion our bed. He lit up the place like a heart-warming hearth fire. He was the walls of my sanctuary, the food for my eyes, the scent of a home. He was everything.
Mei, The Moon in the Palace (Empress of Bright Moon, Weina Dai Randel) This is a wonderful book. The author makes you want this relationship.
We built a barbed wire fence between ourselves and turned away from the suffering of others, but we forgot the immunity to pain was delusional.
Weina Dai Randel, in The Last Rose of Shanghai.
I am my beloved, and my beloved is mine.
Weina Dai Randel, in The Last Rose of Shanghai.
Title: Night Angels | Author: Weina Dai Randel | Publisher: Lake Union Publishing (2023)