Pearl S. Buck
Pearl S. Buck
Pearl Sydenstricker Buckwas an American writer and novelist. As the daughter of missionaries, Buck spent most of her life before 1934 in Zhenjiang, China. Her novel The Good Earth was the best-selling fiction book in the United States in 1931 and 1932 and won the Pulitzer Prize in 1932. In 1938, she was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature "for her rich and truly epic descriptions of peasant life in China and for her biographical masterpieces". She was the first...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth26 June 1892
CountryUnited States of America
Let woman out of the home, let man into it, should be the aim of education. The home needs man, and the world outside needs woman.
In a mood of faith and hope my work goes on. A ream of fresh paper lies on my desk waiting for the next book. I am a writer and I take up my pen to write.
Nothing in life is as good as the marriage of true minds between man and woman. As good? It is life itself.
Hunger makes a thief of any man.
If our American way of life fails the child, it fails us all.
To serve is beautiful, but only if it is done with joy and a whole heart and a free mind.
None who have always been free can understand the terrible fascinating power of the hope of freedom to those who are not free.
When good people in any country cease their vigilance and struggle, then evil men prevail.
Praise out of season, or tactlessly bestowed, can freeze the heart as much as blame.
One faces the future with one's past.
Can such stiff and formal moldings as words capture the spirit-essence of love?
A person's heart withers if it does not answer another heart.
Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked.
There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream -- whatever that dream might be.