Author of quotes: Lisa Si

When she saw how weak I am in spirit, she reminded me that men plow and the women spun that diligence and hard work do not bring hunger, she thought, I can change my fate. But how can the world exist without poor and unfortunate?

I guess I could've done differently, but the result would be the same. It's called fate. But if some things are predetermined by fate and some luck more than others, I have to believe that haven't found their destiny.

Sometimes you feel like an eternity. When the sun shines, think about the time when it goes out, because even if you lock yourself in your house, the trouble may fall from the sky.

... the smallest mistake can have terrible consequences.

- You worry too much.
- I said the same thing to her mother, but she was right and I was wrong.

When our hair turn white, with us will remain our Sisterhood.

When girls fall in love, they do and say stupid things.

... everything we do goes back to the beginning, and we give birth to children who disobey, hurt, and disappoint us just as we didn't obey, hurt and disappointed their parents...

The most joy upsets the seeming lack of freedom, but I know what actually may and I worked in a youth.

Yen-yen sometimes said that an inch of gold can not buy an inch of time, but only now I started to feel how precious and fast-paced time.

You're always saying you can't do something, but don't forget: you can do anything.

Happiness has nothing to do with money.

... the only thing you can be sure is that in the end we are all waiting for death.

We are often told that women's history is unimportant. Who cares about what is happening in the living room, the kitchen, in the bedroom? Who is interested in the relationship between mother, daughter and sister? Childhood diseases, the pains of childbirth, caring for the family during the years of war, poverty, or income are considered to be insignificant compared with the stories of the men who mined the crops, fighting with nature, waging war, defending their homeland, and continuously looking for a perfect man.
We are told that men differ in strength and courage, but it seems to me that women are much better able to endure, accept defeat, and bear physical and emotional pain. The men in my life... one way or another fought with life, but their fragile hearts are withered, deformed, collapsed and broken, when faced with the fact that women have to endure every day. Men need to fight bravely with tragedy and turmoil, but in fact their fragility, they resemble flower petals.