Pearl Buck Quotes
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All birth is unwilling.
Hunger makes a thief of any man.
Love dies only when growth stops.
One faces the future with one's past.
Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.
To find joy in work is to discover the fountain of youth.
The secret of joy in work is contained in one word—excellence.
Self-expression must pass into communication for its fulfillment.
When hope is taken away from a people moral degeneration follows swiftly after.
The test of a civilization is in the way that it cares for its helpless members.
I feel no need for any other faith than my faith in the kindness of human beings.
Anger can give energy to the mind but only if it is harnessed and held in control.
Praise out of season, or tactlessly bestowed, can freeze the heart as much as blame.
To serve is beautiful, but only if it is done with joy and a whole heart and a free mind.
Every great mistake has a halfway moment, a split second when it can be recalled and perhaps remedied.
We send missionaries to China so the Chinese can get to heaven, but we won't let them into our country.
All things are possible until they are proved impossible—and even the impossible may only be so, as of now.
A ream of fresh paper lies on my desk waiting for the next book, I am a writer and I take up my pen to write.
The secret of joy in work is contained in one word - excellence. To know how to do something well is to enjoy it.
The vicious result of privilege is that the creature who receives it becomes incapacitated by it as by a disease.
Music is not technique and melody, but the meaning of life itself, infinitely sorrowful and unbearably beautiful.
You cannot make yourself feel something you do not feel, but you can make yourself do right in spite of your feelings.
Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.
The young do not know enough to be prudent, and therefore they attempt the impossible—and achieve it, generation after generation.
In this unbelievable universe in which we live, there are no absolutes. Even parallel lines, reaching into infinity, meet somewhere yonder.
I love people. I love my family, my children . . . but inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.
There were many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts being broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream—whatever the dream might be.
Science and religion, religion and science, put it as I may, they are two sides of the same glass, through which we see darkly until these two, focusing together, reveal the truth.
I feel no need for any other faith than my faith in human beings. Like Confucius of old, I am so absorbed in the wonder of earth and the life upon it that I cannot think of heaven and the angels.
Fate is unalterable only in the sense that given a cause, a certain result must follow, but no cause is inevitable in itself, and man can shape his world if he does not resign himself to ignorance.
It is difficult not to wonder whether that combination of elements which produces a machine for labour does not create also a soul of sorts, a dull resentful metallic will, which can rebel at times.
It is ironical that in an age when we have prided ourselves on our progress in the intelligent care and teaching of children we have at the same time put them at the mercy of new and most terrible weapons of destruction.
Food for all is a necessity. Food should not be a merchandise, to be bought and sold as jewels are bought and sold by those who have the money to buy. Food is a human necessity, like water and air, and it should be as available.