Amy Tan Quotes

No one was more shocked or angry than I was when we didn't find the weapons. I had a sickening feeling every time I thought about it. I still do.

I failed the most important people in my life, you know, on September 8, 2009. People who were relying on me more than anything.

I feel, in the end, as if everything I've done has been a failure.

I thought my goal in life was to be in a successful band, and I had got that, but I was as miserable as I had ever been, and I couldn't understand why that would be.

It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.

The Olympics: not one of my better memories.

Tragedy in life normally comes with betrayal and compromise, and trading on your integrity and not having dignity in life. That's really where failure comes.

I've failed those I care most about and let down the people who elected me to represent them.

It's one thing to fail with something you utterly believe in, but to fail with something you don't believe in? You just feel so sordid.

People have let me down in the past. I've loved something, and it's become a disgrace. I'd rather start again.

I'd lost count of the disappointments.

I only have two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible. Bad dreams I can cope with. They're just nightmares, and the end eventually. I wake up. The terrible dreams are the good dreams. In my terrible dreams, everything is fine. I am still with the company. I still look like me. None of the last five years ever happened. Sometimes I'm married. Once I even had kids. I even knew their names. Everything's wonderful and normal and fine. And then I wake up, and I'm still me. And I'm still here. And that is truly terrible.

Whoa. If high school was suppose to be the best years of my life - at least so far - I was truly destined to have a sucky adulthood.

He looked as though his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.

Liza-don't let it make any difference. It won't, will it? With us, I mean." "Of course it won't," I told her. But I was wrong. Six months of not writing-that's a difference. And so I lied to Annie. On top of everything else, I lied to Annie, too.

Sadness at being caught, at the incontrovertibe knowledge that she will never forgive you.

Now, more than ever, I realize just how illusory my undeserved success has been. I still hold out some hope of doing better, but age and unhappiness have sapped my strength.

The saddest day of your life is when you decide to sell out, and nobody wants to buy.

My God, I have come with the seeds of questions. I planted them, and they never flowered.

To have slaved so many years for nothing!

Year: A period of three hundred and sixty-five disappointments.

I felt suddenly cruel, like I´d told dmall children there was no tooth fairy, that it was just their Mom sneaking into their room after they went to bed.

..."better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember. I wish I could be his adored little girl again, sitting at his side.

My whole life has been one big broken promise.