409 Quotes by Pearl S. Buck

He lived in the rich city as alien as a rat in a rich man’s house that is fed on scraps thrown away, and hides here and there and is never a part of the real life of the house.

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.

Old One,” the tenant said apologetically. “It is none of my business and I ought to die, but after all they are the children of your elder brother’s son who after all is the first in the next generation after you.

But no, it was not the small single moment which had killed him. It was the anger of all his life here in this house which he himself had built and lived in and hated all his years.

We send missionaries to China so the Chinese can get to heaven, but we won’t let them into our country.

And to him war was a thing like earth and sky and water and why it was no one knew but only that it was.

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.

On this earth, though far and near, without love, there’s only fear.

If the belly is full,” she said, “if we could know that it would always be full, men would be idle and laugh and play games like children, and then we would have peace and happiness.