Hmong Quotes

“I was struck - not for the first time in my years of travel - by how isolating contemporary American society can seem by comparison. Where I came from, we have shriveled down the notion of what constitutes 'a family unit' to such a tiny scale that it would probably be unrecognizable as a family to anybody in one of these big, loose, enveloping Hmong clans. You almost need an electron microscope to study the modern Western family these days.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage

“The one source for Hmong News Worldwide. The Hmong Journal provides Hmong news, Hmong radio, Hmong music, Hmong tv, and Hmong movies.”
― Hmong

“Hmong are Hill tribes that live in Kingdom of Thailand. These individuals are found principally in China, Vietnam, Laos and Kingdom of Thailand. Hmong individuals have their own news channel from this one can get all the news of hmong individuals and their lives.”
― Hmong

“One additionally watches Hmong movies on YouTube or on Hmong journals also. This Hmong motion picture is for his or her Hmong folks in their own language.”
― Hmong

“On November 26, 2003, nine months after my mother died, you gave birth to Max, a little boy with an American name, a little boy I didn’t think we could handle and had said maybe we should consider not having, a little boy who looked up at me with almond eyes, who smiled my smile. Max was a surprise. Nearly nine years after our youngest daughter had been born, long after we said we were done having children, long after I had tried my hand at being a father to a son and was beginning to feel I had failed, out of the blue, cloudless sky a little boy traveled into our life on the wings of my mother’s death.

In 2003, I realized I had never written you a love song.”
― Kao Kalia Yang, The Song Poet: A Memoir of My Father

“On November 26, 2003, nine months after my mother died, you gave birth to Max, a little boy with an American name, a little boy I didn’t think we could handle and had said maybe we should consider not having, a little boy who looked up at me with almond eyes, who smiled my smile. Max was a surprise. Nearly nine years after our youngest daughter had been born, long after we said we were done having children, long after I had tried my hand at being a father to a son and was beginning to feel I had failed, out of the blue, cloudless sky a little boy traveled into our life on the wings of my mother’s death. In 2003, I realized I had never written you a love song.”
― Kao Kalia Yang, The Song Poet: A Memoir of My Father