Skip to content

Who sits alone by the bright window?
My shadow and I, only we two.
But the lamp burns out, there is darkness.
Even my shadow forsakes me.
Alas, alas!
I am forlorn!

— Li Qingzhao

Another quote →

More quotes by Li Qingzhao

The West Wind blows the curtains
And I am frailer than the yellow chrysanthemums.

Seeing a guest come, she feels shy;
Her stockings coming down, away she tries to fly.
Her hairpin drops;
She never stops
But to look back.
She leans against the door,
Pretending to sniff at mume blossoms once more.

All Li Qingzhao quotes →

Attribution

Quote text and notes from Wikiquote: Li Qingzhao (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0. Source quality and labels are our own summary of what Wikiquote records.