When we are young, we think life will be like a supo: one fabric, one weave, one grand design. But in truth, life turns out to be more like the patchwork cloths-bits and pieces, odds and ends-people, places, things we… — Alan Brennert Copy Share Image
“She thought for a moment, then said, “When we are young, we think life will be like a su po: one fabric, one weave, one grand design. But in truth, life turns out to be more like the patchwork cloths--bits… — Alan Brennert Copy Share Image
“Old Korean adage, "Even jade has flaws." Or, in other words: Nothing in life is ever perfect.” — Alan Brennert Copy Share
“Summer in Honolulu brings the sweet smell of mangoes, guava, and passionfruit, ripe for picking; it arbors the streets with the fiery red umbrellas… — Alan Brennert Copy Share
“We moved into Jade Moon's rooming house within the week, and slowly she and I found that our friendship, though damaged, was like fabric… — Alan Brennert Copy Share
“Isn't it strange, how one so afraid of contracting a fatal malady...should so earnestly wish for death, as well?” — Alan Brennert Copy Share
God didn't give man wings; He gave him the brains and the spirit to give himself wings. Just as He gave us the capacity… — Alan Brennert Copy Share
“They toured the new hospital, the renovated and expanded McVeigh Home, and the (named without apparent irony) Bay View Home for the Blind and… — Alan Brennert Copy Share
“Carve the peg by looking at the hole.' Eddie looked at me blankly and I explained, 'An old Korean saying. It means, Do things… — Alan Brennert Copy Share
“...she bid me to look out on the lawn at the leper girls who were running on lame feet, playing croquet with crippled hands.… — Alan Brennert Copy Share
“She had never been afraid of the dark, but then she had never known a dark like this before.” — Alan Brennert Copy Share
I've come to believe that how we choose to live with pain, or injustice, or death…is the true measure of the Divine within us. — Alan Brennert Copy Share
“...and all they could do was sit, sleep, eat, and be reminded day after day, night after night, of their disease and eventual death.” — Alan Brennert Copy Share
“But no - I was his wife, and it was my duty to share his pain as I shared his success. I walked out… — Alan Brennert Copy Share
“What's it like? Being married? Cold feet. Middle of the night you're sleeping, suddenly, wham, you've got ice cold feet warming themselves on the… — Alan Brennert Copy Share
