377 Quotes by Celeste Ng

Her preferred form of exercise, she told Wendy, was stress. “Clench muscles, hold for twelve hours, release for a count of five, then clench again.

The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow.” She held Izzy at arm’s length, wiped her cheek with a fingertip, smoothed her hair one last time. “People are like that, too, you know. They start over. They find a way.” Izzy nodded and turned to go, then turned back. “Tell her I’m so sorry,” she said. Mia nodded. “See you tomorrow, okay?

You loved so hard and hoped so much and then you ended up with nothing.

She had learned, with Izzy’s birth, how your life could trundle along on its safe little track and then, with no warning, skid spectacularly off course.

She smelled of home... as if home had never been a place, but had always been this little person whom she’d carried alongside her.

He had thrown every rock he could find and it was still not enough.

For moving would never have been enough; he sees that now. It would have been the same anywhere. Children of Mixed Backgrounds Often Struggle to Find Their Place.

Was she sad? She was angry. Furious at the smallness of her mother’s life.

Like after a prairie fire. I saw one, years ago, when we were in Nebraska. It seems like the end of the world. The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow.” She held Izzy at arm’s length, wiped her cheek with a fingertip, smoothed her hair one last time. “People are like that, too, you know. They start over. They find a way.