“Life, U May told her, is a gift full of riddles in which suffering and happiness are inextricably intertwined. Any attempt to have one… — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
“What do violent individuals fear most? Violence? I should say not! By what do the cruel and selfish feel most threatened? All of them… — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
“I’m talking about the organ within us for which we have no name. Let us call it the compass of the heart.” — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
“I'm not sure I would put it that way. When we get over something, we move on, we put it behind us. Do we… — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
“[He taught her] that life is interwoven with suffering. That in every life, without exception, illnesses are unavoidable. That we will age, and that… — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
“Only a few days earlier he had explained to her that he did not merely read books but traveled with them, that they took… — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
“That in every life, without exception, illnesses are unavoidable. That we will age, and that we cannot elude death. These are the laws and… — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
“To forgive, one must love and be loved. Only those who forgive can be free. Whoever forgives is a prisoner no more.” — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
“We wish to be loved as we ourselves would love. Any other way makes as uncomfortable. We respond with doubt and suspicion. We misinterpret… — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
“Not all truths are explicable, Julia," he said. "And not all explicable things are true.” — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
“Who are you? What’s your name?” “Mi Mi.” “Do you hear that thumping noise?” “No.” “It must be here somewhere.” Tin Win knelt down.… — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
“He expected nothing more from life. Not because he was disappointed or embittered. He expected nothing because there was nothing of importance that he… — jan-philipp sendker Copy Share
“THE FIRST TIME she left the house with her sleeping son in her arms, still unsteady on her legs, gripping the railing tightly, she… — Jan-Philipp Sendker Copy Share
