Top 11 Quotes & Sayings by Tan Twan Eng

Explore popular quotes and sayings by a Malaysian novelist Tan Twan Eng.
Last updated on November 21, 2024.
Tan Twan Eng

Tan Twan Eng is a Malaysian novelist. He is best known for his 2012 book The Garden of Evening Mists which won the Man Asian Literary Prize and Walter Scott Prize for Historical Fiction, and was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize, making Tan the first Malaysian to be recognised by all three awards.

I have become a collapsing star, pulling everything around it, even the light, into an ever-expanding void. Once I lose all ability to communicate with the world outside myself, nothing will be left but what I remember. My memories will be like a sandbar, cut off from the shore by the incoming tide. In time they will become submerged, inaccessible to me. The prospect terrified me. For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.
Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of it.
A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years. — © Tan Twan Eng
A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.
The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man
Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.
Moments in time when the world is changing bring out the best and the worst in people.
For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.
Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.
To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.
Die while I can still remember who I am, who I used to be.
Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.
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