A Quote by Maxine Hong Kingston

The work of preservation demands that the feelings playing about in one's guts not be turned into action. Just watch their passing like cherry blossoms. — © Maxine Hong Kingston
The work of preservation demands that the feelings playing about in one's guts not be turned into action. Just watch their passing like cherry blossoms.
The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had seemed to Sachiko when she read them as a girl, but now she knew, as well as one could know, that grieving over fallen cherry blossoms was more than a fad or convention.
Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the moon while looking on the rain, to lower the blinds and be unaware of the passing of the spring - these are even more deeply moving. Branches about to blossom or gardens strewn with flowers are worthier of our admiration.
Playing for Manchester United demands huge sacrifices. It is a club for workers, and we are there to slog our guts out. There is no bling and sequins about the place.
We celebrate the cherry tree not for its efficiency but for its effectiveness - and for its beauty. Its materials are in constant flow, and all those thousands of useless cherry blossoms look gorgeous. Then they fall to the ground and become soil again, so there's no problem
It may just be because I get homesick, but I have concluded Washington's cherry blossoms are just plain overrated.
The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms.
Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom.
I like action movies, and I prefer to watch a bad Hong Kong action movie to just about anything else.
Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk.
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
For in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter.
Earthly pride is like the passing flower, that springs to fall, and blossoms but to die.
Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.
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