Sophia Cheung

“I’ve just never met someone like you," as if I were a stranger from another town or an eccentric guest accompanying a mutual friend to a dinner party. It was a strange thought to hear from the mouth of the woman who had birthed and raised me, with whom I shared a home for eighteen years, someone who was half me. My mother had struggled to understand me just as I struggled to understand her. Thrown as we were on opposite sides of a fault line—generational, cultural, linguistic—we wandered lost without a reference point, each of us unintelligible to the other’s expectations, until these past few years when we had just begun to unlock the mystery, carve the psychic space to accommodate each other, appreciate the differences between us, linger in our refracted commonalities. Then, what would have been the most fruitful years of understanding were cut violently short, and I was left alone to decipher the secrets of inheritance without its key.”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

“I am not mine.
You are not yours.
No one can be his own.
I am not yours.
You are not mine.
No one can belong to another.”
― Werner Bergengruen

“So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore