“The young, he says, confuse desire with love, and they end up hurting everyone around them.” — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Desire Copy Share Image
“She disciplined her memory to give up counting her losses. She gave her suffering one name: exile.” — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Exile Copy Share Image
“How is it possible to protect your loved ones from old heartaches?” — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Heartaches Copy Share Image
“I have lived my life defined as a refugee in Nepal and India, a resident alien and immigrant in the United States.… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Immigrant Copy Share Image
“We learn we cannot form deep roots because we do not have the right to place or citizenship, and because we do… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Deep roots Copy Share Image
“In towns, the nomads remain outsiders for a while. They become a class divorced from their occupation as herders. They are called… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Educated person Copy Share Image
“This land makes me believe anything is possible. Here lies a gift unraveled as was meant to be: within its many folds… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Beauty Copy Share Image
“When I am with my mother’s people, I realize I have a lot to unlearn. I look to them to uncomplicated my… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Parenting Copy Share Image
“Here in Tibet live the people my mother taught me to love before I met them. We are family, and love has… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Heavy heart Copy Share Image
“It is past eight. The hills before me are bathed in a gentle light that falls like sleep on weary eyes. Everything… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Morning Copy Share Image
“My mother showed her gratitude for her life in exile by alluding to India’s modernity: the expansive railway network; the Bollywood movies… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Easily forgotten Copy Share Image
“She believes that having somebody, to be something to somebody, will balance or make the contrarieties of life easier.” — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Life Copy Share Image
“It is not easy to speak of people and land in simple terms beginnings with a beginning and ending with an end.” — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Beginning And End Copy Share Image
“Home, to me, was any place by my mother’s side. Since my mother’s death, the idea of home has assumed many forms.… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Belonging Copy Share Image
“There is an uncommonly harsh beauty to the Tibetan landscape. Its nakedness makes it seem incapable of deception, but under its calm… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Beauty Copy Share Image
“They carry their past in them as though safekeeping it for someone else. Very often they look at me and say, poor… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Compassion Copy Share Image
“His face wears the blows delivered by life. Half his pain lies in what he omits from his story; the other half… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Life Copy Share Image
“As a child I experienced loss for what I felt was withheld from me: the delicious milk, the mountains of flowers I… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Children Copy Share Image
“A young Tibetan child touches his head to the floor before the altar and recites a prayer, and I am led to… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Children Copy Share Image
“Tashi says nomads keep to the routines and customs they learned from their parents and they know the basic truths: that life… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Habits Copy Share Image
“As a displaced community, Tibetans often speak of learning to look to the future without forsaking tradition. And as Tibetans continue their… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Buddhist philosophy Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wonder if they live in a state of apathy or ignorance, or if they are passive, but when I consider… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Revolution Copy Share Image
“Freedom, as I have been taught to understand as a political being in exile- to be protected by law, to be able… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Buddhism Copy Share Image
“I realized early that despite her gregarious and inherently buoyant disposition, a certain sadness resided in my mother. Even I, her only… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Mother Copy Share Image
