Amy Tan Quotes

Did you eat something that didn't agree with you?" asked Bernard. The Savage nodded "I ate civilization.

They love him; they hate him; they cannot live without him.

And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.

The reason for the unreason with which you treat my reason , so weakens my reason that with reason I complain of your beauty.

Dyspepsy is the ruin of most things: empires, expeditions, and everything else.

Wonder has no opposite; it springs up already doubled in itself, compounded of dread and desire at once, attraction and recoil, producing a thrill, the shudder of pleasure and of fear.

People always tell me either A. you love him. B. you hate him. My usual answer? C. All of the above.

I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.

She never liked me much, but she sure loved me

I'm the happiest the saddest guy in the world can be.

I'm happy some of the time, and some of the time I'm not. But like when I see a movie, for example, that I really like, that moves me or whatever, it's usually happy and sad at the same time.

The only men who can turn my blood stream into a condition resembling heavy surf are good-looking heels with characters as intricately unpleasant as the sewers of Paris. With decent and honorable gents, I come all over Platonic. Was ever a woman so perverse and wrongheaded?

That is the crowning evil, that we can even go so far as to love each other, you and I. And who else would show us a particle of love, a particle of compassion or mercy? Who else, knowing us as we know each other, could do anything but destroy us? Yet we can love each other.

I don't like you, but I love you.

I'm sick. I've eaten civilisation and I'm sick.

I'm talking about intellectually and emotionally challenging, but at the same time it's actually not that challenging. So there's this dichotomy.

When I get honest, I admit I am a bundle of paradoxes. I believe and I doubt, I hope and get discouraged, I love and I hate, I feel bad about feeling good, I feel guilty about not feeling guilty. I am trusting and suspicious. I am honest and I still play games. Aristotle said I am a rational animal; I say I am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer.

I was always wondering why the first ten minutes of eating fast food is heavenly and then after those ten minutes you start feeling like s**t?

The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense of peace.

When you love someone, you don't want to hurt them, even if they deserve to be hurt. When you love someone, you want to hurt them, even when they don't deserve to be hurt.

Spite is a little word, but it represents as strange a jumble of feelings and compound of discords, as any polysyllable in the language.

I'm not disappointed - just disappointed.

I sometimes cry in the moments that are not necessarily dramatic or tragic in the films, often because of the music. I wonder whether it's the music that has that effect on you in this film.