Love in the Big City Quotes

“If obsession isn't love, I have never loved.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“Sometimes his very existence to me is the existence of love itself”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“I used to feel like I’d been given the whole world when I held him. Like I was holding the whole universe.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“An excess of self-awareness being a disease in itself.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“I like the universe that is you”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“Jaehee, who had taught me that every season is its own beautiful moment -- that Jaehee didn't live here anymore.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“You were the only person who did those things for me, so honestly, Gyu-ho, I actually really care that we’re not together anymore, a lot . .”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“I was already thirty, a legal adult for ten years, and was old enough to know that my mother did not exist solely to hinder my existence but was a person in her own right who had fought hard making her way through life. She just happened to be unlucky. In other words, the fact that our relationship had been so terrible was as natural as cancer or fungus or the rotation of our planet or sunspots.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“Let's be hamburguer patties together forever,”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“Rain still falls during the late rainy season, as do tears even when it’s too late.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“And every morning, I realized anew that the world was filled with lonely people.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“Was this how the lovers of Pompeii felt when the magma covered them? I was deluged by something very hot, and the world seemed to stop turning.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“Sometimes, the memory of a space can come to us faster than that of a person or a scene.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“Mostly we slept on our own beds but occasionally in the same one, not having sex but taking turns giving each other an arm-pillow, breathing in the scent of each other’s chests or armpits, slowly coming to believe that this was what it meant to love and be together.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“But is love truly beautiful? To me, love is a thing you can’t stop when you’re caught up in it, a brief moment you can escape from only after it turns into the most hideous thing imaginable when you distance yourself from it.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“... a feeling of giving myself up to something, an energy I was never a minute away from; perhaps it was something close to religion. To let oneself fall into complete darkness, a kind of faith.”
― Park Sang-young, Love in the Big City

“In the end, I left just two syllables on the lantern.
Gyu-ho.
My only wish.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“You asked me to forget you and that made it even harder to do.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“An excess of self-awareness was a disease in itself.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“I studied French Literature for my university degree. Reading Annie Ernaux’s Simple Passion and Marguerite Duras’s The Lover in the same semester was like having my whole life split into two. I was overjoyed that such literature and such writing were even possible, and it fed my desire to become someone who could create such literature.”
― Park Sang-young, Love in the Big City

“We'd already had sex enough times for my body to feel like his and his mine, really nothing new there, but we both had low self-esteem, regularly felt suicidal compulsions, were bullied as kids, and pretentiously enjoyed arty films and books while hating basic crap like Haruki Murakami, Hong Sangsoo, French literature, and Audis, all of which made us end up thinking we were something special as a pair.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“Bitterness: my favorite taste in the world.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“I smiled as I stood by the curb. 4:20 in the morning. But you know what? I wanted to go somewhere, but not home. Only one place I could think of: Itaewon.
Like destiny, an orange cab slowed down in front of me. I climbed in and yelled, "Hey Mister, Itaewon Fire Station." Had the streetlamps and neon signs always been this spectacularly bright? Why was Seoul so beautiful all of a sudden? Everything that was once nothing seemed special and amazing somehow. And wouldn't you know it, the taxi fare still was more than 10,000 won, even when the surcharge period was over. Only 20,000 won left on this card, how was I going to get home later? Eh, whatever. I'd survive. The traffic began getting bad at Hannam-dong. I hopped out in front of the CJ Building and ran the rest of the way to G—.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“Kiedy piszę (i kiedy idę przez swoje życie), zazwyczaj czuję się zagubiony, jakbym błąkał się samotnie pośród pyłu, przez który nic nie widać. Od czasu do czasu jednak czuję ciepło, jakby moja dłoń na coś trafiła. Ośmielę się nazwać to miłością. Doskonale wiem, jak kruche to uczucie i słowo, ale nie mogę nie zacisnąć wokół tego drobnego ciepła wszystkich moich palców, nie przytulić go do piersi. Pozostaje mi kochać swoje życie i ten świat. Po to, abym mógł być sobą. Aby przeżyć to życie jako ja.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“What was once a part of him flowed into me and became me.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“—Because, whatever it was or wasn’t, you were you. Because, whatever it was or wasn’t—not because of it or despite it—I was me.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“Don’t be a drag. Just be a queen.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“I came to the realization that life was merely the forward motion of going from one’s first hospital room to one’s last.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“I just wanted to hold him, to fold every inch of my body and soul into his heat and heartbeat.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City

“I became something not me, not anything, just another part of the world that was him.”
― Sang Young Park, Love in the Big City