“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.”
―
Weina dai randel,
The Moon in the Palace
“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 Moon in the Palace
“In truth, we were similar. Like two sides of a fan, we were at odds with each other, we competed with each other, but our fates similarly rested in the hands of the Emperor--the holder, the commander, the manipulator of our destinies.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
“It’s big, and it’s so hard. You must come sit on it. It’s not my chair.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“love that couldn’t accept a lover’s flaws was a selfish love. He wouldn’t be selfish. He would love her, all of her, her beauty, her smiles, her secrets, her mistakes, and her faults.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“a family without a mother was like a pearl necklace without a string.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“...children are birds, and a mother is the tree. No matter how far the birds fly, they always long for the tree to rest on.But a tree will fall...Even if it falls or dies, its roots delve deep into a child's heart and nourish it with her eternal thoughts.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
“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, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“I have no beginning nor an end,I have no mother nor a friend.Seldom do I give you warning or fear,but when you think of me, you shall shed a tear.So fair and just I'm known,Like the wind and air that you cannot own,On and on I shall continue,When your heart hardens to a stone” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
“A love that couldn’t accept a lover’s flaws was a selfish love.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“We were what the tangle of the past made us, which trapped us, forcing us to be ensnared in a future we could never be set free from.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“Jazz makes us feel alive; it helps us forget about reality. Classical music is different; it’s about remembering.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“But the music was kind; it sought no destruction, only comfort, as its magnificent cascade slowed and eased and dipped, gently like a rock falling into the embrace of a river, to a tender drip. When the notes murmured and finally faded in the air, a pocket” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“waiting for his chance, the rhythm of freedom, the metronome of life.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“the most prominent feature on his face was his eyebrows. Long and thick, they looked as if a calligrapher had lost control when he drew them.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
“shoot—“children are birds, and a mother is the tree. No matter how far the birds fly, they always long for the tree to rest on.” I stared at her. “But a tree will fall…” “Even if it falls or dies, its roots delve deep into a child’s heart and nourish it with her eternal thoughts.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
“There is a kind of love that strikes like a thunderbolt; it blinds you, yet opens your eyes to see the world anew.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“And on the edge of the black sky, where the dawn’s light had just squeezed through, a fleet of bombers, like bats, sailed through a bed of pale clouds and dove toward the Huangpu River, the art deco buildings, the Customs House, and the high-rises on the waterfront. American B-29s.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“War is man’s business, not God’s,” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
“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 Moon in the Palace
“In truth, we were similar. Like two sides of a fan, we were at odds with each other, we competed with each other, but our fates similarly rested in the hands of the Emperor--the holder, the commander, the manipulator of our destinies.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
“It’s big, and it’s so hard. You must come sit on it. It’s not my chair.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“love that couldn’t accept a lover’s flaws was a selfish love. He wouldn’t be selfish. He would love her, all of her, her beauty, her smiles, her secrets, her mistakes, and her faults.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“a family without a mother was like a pearl necklace without a string.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“...children are birds, and a mother is the tree. No matter how far the birds fly, they always long for the tree to rest on.But a tree will fall...Even if it falls or dies, its roots delve deep into a child's heart and nourish it with her eternal thoughts.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
“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, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“I have no beginning nor an end,I have no mother nor a friend.Seldom do I give you warning or fear,but when you think of me, you shall shed a tear.So fair and just I'm known,Like the wind and air that you cannot own,On and on I shall continue,When your heart hardens to a stone” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
“A love that couldn’t accept a lover’s flaws was a selfish love.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“We were what the tangle of the past made us, which trapped us, forcing us to be ensnared in a future we could never be set free from.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“Jazz makes us feel alive; it helps us forget about reality. Classical music is different; it’s about remembering.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“But the music was kind; it sought no destruction, only comfort, as its magnificent cascade slowed and eased and dipped, gently like a rock falling into the embrace of a river, to a tender drip. When the notes murmured and finally faded in the air, a pocket” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“waiting for his chance, the rhythm of freedom, the metronome of life.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“the most prominent feature on his face was his eyebrows. Long and thick, they looked as if a calligrapher had lost control when he drew them.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
“shoot—“children are birds, and a mother is the tree. No matter how far the birds fly, they always long for the tree to rest on.” I stared at her. “But a tree will fall…” “Even if it falls or dies, its roots delve deep into a child’s heart and nourish it with her eternal thoughts.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
“There is a kind of love that strikes like a thunderbolt; it blinds you, yet opens your eyes to see the world anew.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“And on the edge of the black sky, where the dawn’s light had just squeezed through, a fleet of bombers, like bats, sailed through a bed of pale clouds and dove toward the Huangpu River, the art deco buildings, the Customs House, and the high-rises on the waterfront. American B-29s.” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Last Rose of Shanghai
“War is man’s business, not God’s,” ― Weina Dai Randel, The Moon in the Palace
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